Lyrics:
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
when I whip, my supply is good
The man behind the bricks, I'm supplyin' the hood
Catch bodies like Pistol Pete passes on the wood
Benz parked by
Its a long way home
At the end of the road
I'll be pavin' my own way
To the top I'll be here to stay
So take my name
Remember this face
Keep
time I got to do something
I look for work
I get dissed like a jerk
I do odd jobs
And come home like a slob
So here comes dogg his gold is shivery
the circus
Home of Philly
If you get a Benz niggas lurkin'
Churches, hearses, is it really worth it?
If you heard he tellin'
Why you dappin' and conversin'?
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
and Benz's
Lyin' pendants with diamonds ill as lacin' the a face with a vengeance
Havin' blocks on in the livest parts known
By mankind with crime is how
vact is none stop
daily stackes to the top
???
keep my hoes by the flock
[15] - Who rides like me come wrapped that tightly
L be's moving by the ton
the money!)
If you want to go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
In
the money!)
If you want to go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
In
when you come home
Knew I was comin' off wit half of dem checks
Now we on the rise
Your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes
Holdin' this grip cocked
I come home it's on.
That's right nigga, picture me rollin'
Oh, I forgot, the DA
Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court.
Can the ho
niggas up in them cell blocks
I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on
That's right nigga, picture me rollin'
Oh, I forgot, the D.A
Yeah, that
Picture me rollin, baby
Yeah, all them niggaz up in them cell blocks
I told y'all niggaz when I come home it's on
Hmm, that's right nigga, picture me
when you come home
Knew I was comin' off wit half of dem checks
Now we on the rise
Your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes
Holdin' this grip cocked
swallow
Tonight I'm living life like there's no tomorrow
Got a couple girls in the Benz
And they all got friends, headed back to the condo
And I make
don’t got time for a bitch that be trippin’ won’t be home by nine
She fuck with my brothers she fuck with the slimes
Baguettes on my forehead my diamonds
Yeah
I had to tell her
I had to show her yeah huh
Mills in my bank account
Tell me how you feel if I take you out
Come back home and lay it down
Show
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
What you been on?
Could leave and come back and I'm still on
Like I'ma be the man when I get home
You got a couple raps I'mma shit on
Yeah ay yeah ay
Various calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our land
Hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's
And I'm on the streets with it
See where I come from,
You gotta be about it.
And if you want it (want it)
We come and see about it.
Uh, it's Weezy
And I'm on the streets with it
See where I come from,
You gotta be about it.
And if you want it (want it)
We come and see about it.
Uh, it's Weezy
And I'm on the streets with it
See where I come from,
You gotta be about it.
And if you want it (want it)
We come and see about it.
Uh, it's Weezy
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