Lyrics:
over my junk
We can smoke some trees and get drunk
I'll put on some Bing Crosby and P Funk
Is it me or has the fire got us hot
Like the handjob you gave
me, prepare for the worst!
[prepare for the worst]
Verse Two: Method Man
Times gon change, nuttin will remain the same
Million dollar
the chest with
An eagle claw fist and back you
Get it two by four and she'll lack you
(Tip, you hardly find a nigga
Now that out raps you)
(Or gets at you,
of the world and there's a war coming you best pick a side And fight or else my destiny is dead to me and there's no point in wanting a high
Just go to your
funk
I'd never screw my life up
Because of how sick you are
You walk by the river
As you start to shiver
Two headlights are following you
As he
load up, get drunk and kick it like two playas when the (?)
Ain't nothin change except the season
And do no dirt until you fools give us a reason
Coming down clean, tell your baby momma what it do?
Where your friends at? I got long dick, what it is?
Go on poke it out, situate your little positives
[Liffy Stokes]
The stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
I'm 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4
the blade through your kidney
And they be like
"Hopsin, why the hell is he on Funk Volume?"
Yeah I get it, eat a dick bitch, fuck all you
While you was
*Liffy Stokes*
the stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4
[Liffy Stokes]
the stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4
it sound like heaven well
Seven six five four three two one
JD what the deal is? Lemme get some
How many occasions you and your liasons
space respectfully
But on the other side Nat Two was checking me
It was a change of pace we were already friendly
So I said let me not chase and let her
excellence/Cowards moves forget, what am about to do in an hour or two, ripping checks again/We live in an era when niggaz is living in telenovelas like they Mexican
down, we remix it
He speakin, here we go your beef is nice
I'm from the gutter mother... best you think twice
Now back to who's nice
the sticker off another forty ounce
And wonder, 'How did my life get here?'
My ole goes in stayin' drunk and eliminatin' funk
Fuckin' hoes or rollin' triple
in chainlink breaking you into two
Ill take your bare face and make it a scared straight
You better stare straight or you facing a rare break
This is
place to hide in this world
Change will change the term hurt
First in line to decline held by a set to burn
Red alert, nines at work, less lives
feeling
Chorus 1
[Mr. Shadow]
It's 4 in the morning and the party still bumpin
Everybodys drunk even viscious man Funk,
Got the cup full of liquid, got my
feeling
Chorus 1
[Mr. Shadow]
It's 4 in the morning and the party still bumpin
Everybodys drunk even viscious man Funk,
Got the cup full of liquid, got my
on the same page.
Old ass game imma play that
Shit all changed by the look in her face
Smoke all my problems I’m facing
AGEOF2MRW she stuck in today
Thoughts
the sticker off another 40 ounce
And wonder, 'How did my life get here?'
My only goals are stayin' drunk and eliminatin' funk
Fuckin' hoes or rollin' triple
kno' what it is bro
It's BD Kid be home soon! 10 months
Lets go! man you kno' what it is
How long you been gone for now bro?
Sigh I been gone for 2
You know what?
People call me the drunk
Or the thick funk distributor
Looter, bag your whole store like my shooter
Click back
Put a hollow point cap
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