Lyrics:
The rest of your life
Hey that boy deh a never your type
You get a fuck fi remember
The rest of your life
You can tell by the sweat of your thigh
You get
pills by it.
And went back 'n forth from
Work by it.
And paid their rent by it,
And before long they were even
Having
Birthday parties in the office
By
beats, I run up in yo home
See me... I'm the type to catch her by her toe n*gga, ho n*gga
Check my background, f*cked ya ho n*gga
How I do it, ion even
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter
I just laugh when they say that I can't go higher, I'm a frequent flyer
My last album's cold but my new
nigga what
And fuck Tommy Boy, them niggaz just suck
I'm the ultimate, gun on my dick, hoes swallow my spit
Wanna drink every bottle I sip
Nigga
Woo!
Man
What a great time to be alive
Great time to drop some killer lines
Like this
Needin' a beat, in these trees I trust
I do what I must to make
switch this
What up to Gibs and Stunna Man, Watch my brother n'em while you can, ayy
Shout out the boys, ain't coming outside when I'm outside doing my
fuggeddaboutit keep the change
In the summer headin out to the beach
You're all loaded up the night before
Whether drivin to the N,S,W or E
You're still heading
summer
Used to cruise in the
Hills bumping Rampage tapes
JP playing beats thinking life's so great
Like hey what a beautiful day
Let's go to the beach
way too great to be dying in the streets
They think they can control a n****
But of the law, I'm not
I got God so I can't be stopped
Nah
My n
might know as Tyrone from Trailer Park Boys
We even had a manager, this guy named Martin Finch
While I was doing this group thing
I was still always
first met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age
Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P
met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age
Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P A on the map
Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl
I brought sand to the beach
Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my feet
I'm from the ground up like
Slide'n by my lonely more than safe I keep it on me,
If I can get you we get yo homie
All my shooters great they all got stripes nicknamed them Tony
Ya'll took shots like Ya'll n*ggas had a gun
Took advantage of the fact that a n*gga was young
Time went by the n*gga had to grow up
He done seen
of talking,
all this mullah all on my medulla oblongata
no boys grown gators in my waters, and patience
i i i ,i got a lot of so I'll wait till you N
STD
Born one year after 1993 Till Infinity
And I'm still reppin' the Beach
Ready to cook an album up with Mr. Leaky P
Ready to rip the game in half like
ass to home to your baby boo
She cool, as long as you get there by eight
Bring some money home, and don't be late
Not me, you see me all around
I love
Hello world reporting live to tell you that I'm doin' great
And my name is Jaquan Jones the tender age of 28
Put that time into yourself these are
J'peux pas t'laisser sans être sûr qu't'aies totalement compris man
J'peux pas t'laisser écouter cet album puis t'voir encore au même stade bro
I'm the King of all Kings, I abide by no rules
And do what I do by any means (c'mon)
Call him necessary, the great visionary
Born extraordinary,
shit it doesn't do any good what you die from
My boy was just like me
He's a rabbit
Suicidal
Grabbin on to that weight
Lucky paw
Shut the fuck up
Shaking
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