Lyrics:
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
Unfortunately he picked up the bottle again
He would drink up Johnny Walker with friends
But thank God he switched up and stopped in the end
We've seen the Lord
know I don't play
Yo, 21
(21)
take it away
All of my money blue, wow
Let me tell you something you already know now, (21)
B4L, I'm steppin'
Gold grill
and make an album
Then I make a fucking milly
Blue ocean, 8pm
Watching waves crash into waves
Momma laying on the beach
Tells my cousin to behave
See
need a doctor
Shelter, clean Dunlops on a walker
She sells sea shells, he draws revenge
Plots on a chalkboard
Watch what you walk toward
Live free, die
[Chorus: x4]
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie [Repeat: x8]
Let's Ride [Repeat: x3]
Get High [Repeat: x3]
[Biggie, BizzyBone & KrayzieBone]
Armed
crisp and clean
And the smell of coffee boiling, by a big old pot of beans
Chorus
So in my dreams I'm driving home, I can see my daddy's face
He's
Under rated, under estimated by the ones who made it, FUCK EM!
I been stacking blue faces dead people got me live, of course I'm bout to blow why the fuck
a dog a bone
I'm still down to sell crack
Out a fiends home
God bless the child with a flawless flow
Say gave a nigga the talent to push blow
Like a pimp
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
Shits not even out and the internet exploded
From the monday club blues
To an album full of tunes
From drinking up booze
To eating magic mushrooms
Discovering what means
Not living by what I see
Living by what I believe
It’s hard to keep on the joy (I know)
It seems He only destroys (I know)
He is been
Royce
Of the family I'm a favorite choice
Buddy named Homer, used to be a loner
Now he got a girl by the name of Mona
Now that Homer's marries to Mona
represent Austins East (Austin's East)
Killin beats by MrTrackGonEat (TrackGonEat)
Before he was MrTrackGonEat (4Real)
When Sic Shu introduced us he was like
my opposition
Just by me still
Living with black on the
Back of my hand
Cops leaving my people
Dead in he streets I can't
See as defeat cuz we
the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Ooh! Rev ain't right,
the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Ooh! Rev ain't right,
[Intro]
I'm just a young boy, trying to get my money on
Making music in K.C., he-he-he-he-he
But Mitch Bade nigga's, wanna hate Techa Nina,
No verses written by me (nah)
Out to prove to all that I could MC (come on)
Lookin' to battle, what? Who want it with he?
Uniform and fatigues, foam
Jerry Jeff Walker
As I walked into a run down bar
The sign said a one man band
He was sittin' on top of a bar stool
A guitar held in his hand
People sayin' it's a horserace
But I let 'em all win for their self-esteem
Cuz my album's on the shelf, by itself, you see
I don't help for free, I
Beat him black and blue, then stick your knife into him too
Oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where is he?
Where is he, oh, bring him to me
Come on,
to people as his lyrical equal
Let me write a rhyme on his album and even produce a beat too
He ain't see-through, I can't see him frontin
He's not the type
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