Lyrics:
want a kiss
And some dick
That's how blind dates get fucked up
[Proof]
Say we got a real crew with a lot of skill
And only one nigga in our crew make
Where we throw the H nothing new
Where we very steady with the crew
And Im very ready to
Hop in the coupe
When I want money I hop in the booth
Hopin
the drastic measures
I know you want to step to me kid!
But you're thinkin' "Damn Kris is kinda big!"
Plus he rolls wit a crew that don't care
'Cause these pop melodies ain't fucking with me
Get back on your tour bus roll some broccoli
I'll leave your crews twisted and your hoes knock kneed
you 5 seconds
[Roscoe]
The wait is finally done with, the time is now
YA, like who want it, we in it to run it
The album's done nigga, Volume 1 nigga
at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
Yeah..
You motherfuckers oughta let me go and finish this motherfuckin album
Dr. Dooom..
Name of this track is called "I Don't Want
chillin i'm,
bout to fall up in the club we just killin time
dro blowin on patrone with it in a lime
6-4 to the front door with top down
hit the switches
just pissed
You shoot like you got permission to miss
You wouldn't clap nickels by a fountain
With yo' bitch in a wish
I don't ballroom brawl
Fuck a kick
you've got to understand where I'm at
They put me to the test
Like you've got to go and get it by yourself
I dip in murky water, put my focus on an album
old
Covered in such, drive-by the sun with a low (?)
Third album Wheel of Fortune when I bought those O's
And every other letter when I chose
got enough cash
Little kids with they bus pass who look up to you
To do something for the youth, stupid spoof
But you let them use you as an example
I'm scared of people(no)
Not true!
They makes me nervous (yes)
Its true
Depression and pain are (what)
My crew
But every my fan is in
My group
My life
She was thirteen and good we had a hotter date
It was just a number she never told she was knocked up
By the end of the summer chick almost had me
blammin' at ya nanna' place
(Boom, boom, boom)
Hold the K with the banana straight
And if your life don't end
At least a limb they'll have to amputate
Uh,
happened at Passion no longer bothers me
Woke up hated by own people for sitting silently
Know I let a lot of folks down, but God was with me
Gotta
get a total re-call
Flying up shit, with the can and bull
Pop that line, where's the telephone call?
I watch, the ends go by
Some man try, Poor ting
fifth gear, will not stall
Album to sick, get a total re-call
Flying up shit, with the can and bull
Pop that line, where’s the telephone call?
I
you fuck with the crew
You fuck with me, you fuck with the crew
Ah, yes
All you niggas playing, no Jane
All you niggas playing, no Jane
You going
it to my bros, CP3, bitch with the assist
That bitch blowin' me like a flute
Pull up with choppers and the crew
All my dudes around me, they gon' shoot
Good evening, and welcome to eazy's playhouse
You stupid muthafucka
Now that you got the album
What the fuck are you gonna do with it
Bitch
and the crew, woah
Trying to shed some light on my city, for really
Who else move like I do?
Official no whistle, I'm taking the game by storm
No typhoon
my shit, just like money ain’t nothin’ (It ain’t nothin’, yeah)
(Lesgo, uh)
Young legend go by the name ChanChan
You might be sneak dissin’, but I
forgiveness told her to repent (praise Jesus)
Otter gang thats my crew gotta represent (Yeah)
He was sad I killed his bro sorry I lament(Damn)
Bitch I got too
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