Lyrics:
who you are
Want an autograph bullet you can call me shootin' star, nigga
I'm makin' the murda shit to kick you in your ass a bit
380 puckin' up
to come by(Yeah)
Twenty-one years up on this earth and y'all still sleeping on me
But you watch don't interact so you peeping homie(Watch)
I came a long way
shits, at like forty-seven cops
Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album (great scott)
And got
the metro, now that shit is retro
Like the Infrareds on my feet, baby, let's go
Sinatra what they know me by, Logic what they call me
Gotta catch a flight
get me wrong, got four albums, stay consistent
You got a bodyguard, I let my nigga tote the biscuit
Twist ya cap back, you got blood off on ya fur hat
the stars
That shit'll make me glad
Later on I'll dap you up
Dude like you're so rad
Been moving by my doley
All throughout the day
Play me then you gotta
long cause that shit right there
Equals failure
That's why
That's why
You're the reason that
You got me
Yeah you got me
I'm still inspired by all
the whole weight
Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate
Wise up you little burnt-up french fry
I'm that type of guy
And I slammed you know, just like
the whole weight
Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate
Wise up you little burnt-up french fry
I'm that type of guy
And I slammed you know, just like
the whole weight
Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate
Wise up you little burnt-up french fry
I'm that type of guy
And I slammed you know, just like
the south on the map like Eazy-E did Compton
Hoo-ride with these gangbangers (gangbangers)
No Limit Soldiers, mercenary killas keep one up in the chamber
and the niggas in the party (c'mon)
E - fifth record, everybody put ya hands up
L - in your Lex or your Lands, turn the jams up (yeah)
L - not stutterin' the name,
an album, get classes
(Chorus)
(Prodigy)
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B
B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns
Consider me the clothes on your back and a warm meal
Who knows, this might just get you a deal
And the day that your album go on sale for the first hour
Just
a mere mortal
Blessin beer bottles by the dozen with N.O.R.E. it's Brothers Thuggin
Big man big track big time big vibes big work on a big bad album
These bombs be dropping be dropping on your head
Like a burton foot and a old school
without tiffany
N-o-r-e, I just lace the heat
I don't complain about the track, give me any beat
I get hed in the wip on any street
I fuck wit clue, other
Daddy and which is Daddy Mack
Now tell me this have you ever met a cat
Who can rap about nothing, yet it sounds so fat
I'm S.P.I.T dog Spitacular, S.I.D.E
about the pussy on
this shit ya feel me? And I'm just that nigga to beat
the pussy up. So uh if you feel me like I feel you ya
know what I'm sayin' let me
a dyke
Two thongs don't make my night
Let's get up out of dodge
Me and yo friend girlfriend...Econo Lodge
[Hook: E-40]
Why you bullshittin' you need
Air Ones
Bangin' "The Black Album," track #1
She like that Jay shit, that's her favorite
If it's gon' get me the pussy I'ma play that shit
If she
work for F-E-D-S
And plays his recorder
You think he placing he taping his order
Marking the bills they read,
Tasting the waterf***ed up
We
it's just me by myself
I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q
Could have went and got E
do
Ok you want me to do the intro alright
Parental discretion is advised for the moment
While I'm getting candid now understand it
Ain't too
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