Lyrics:
eyes closed and white
Labels out on the streets that's paper still
Didn't like the labels still
'Cause I saw it coming dizzee, Cage
Then I went down
what you heard
Bro, man are real life shotta
Call up for a bird
Amni's coming in proper
Four door swerve, skrrr skrrr, skrrr
Bang, road lock lock
'cause that time is coming for me
Like a stranger on the road
I left my thoughts at home and the new ones about to arrive
are already saying me I'm going
back to back like I'm on Drake shit
This that jumping over Honda's like I'm Blake Griffin
Yo this that Wild west like I'm Will Smithing
This that mom I
on the road
Yeah
So tell me baby are you maybe
Down to clown
Let me take you round my town
Have you taking off my wig
And my polkadot nightgown
Lady by the end
back to his house
So I shadowed him down a road thin grey and still
To his home in the desert - he called it. Blueberry Hill
There was nothing in there
Down on the flatlands, way down in Key West
Key West is the place to be
If you're looking for immortality
Stay on the road, follow the highway
I just want a check, know the route to the dough
I just want a flex coming out to the shows
Want a chest full of haze & a house full of hoes
Neck
coming by
And I don’t have to fantasize
No I don’t have to fantasize
We used to bump that Bruce on the stereo
Until ’06 came and dad hit the road
God I
Trying to get up to come down
Got that playa shit by the pound
The gold with the lacs and the crown
Make it where them hoes come around
Trying
straw.
The first little pig had just finished his house
when a big, bad wolf came along.
Little Pig, little pig, let me come in,
said the wolf.
No, no, by
some clippers
I bang and then I hang out at the Staples like Blake Griffin
You can tell I'm getting money the way that glass house is sitting
I mash
cheese sam, that's on the down low
Establishing shot, power plant, use the crow
Oh shit, that's the wrong show
Oh my god, where's my roast pheasant
By
and down like a yo yo
With my pain
I said I'm up and down like a yo yo
With my pain
Sitting in this house of shame
Staring through my window pain (yea)
So
a rap superstar
And live large
A big house
5 cars
The rent charged
Coming up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
Down this road there's an old brick house
My mama cried the day that I moved out
And my first summer job was pumpin' gas and fixin' flats
But
the best
Therefore, hard to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggas in this house
Roll it up roll it up take a puff and then pass around
Coming up coming up yeah you know I’m gon hold it down
Fuck the man fuck the man ain’t nobody
'Bout to be big shit poppin' by the time this shit is droppin'
Stoppin' not a option I'm addicted, it's a problem
This way of life, sex, drugs rock
What time is it
It's taco time, down at my house
Everybody's coming over tonight, it's taco time
It’s taco time, down at my house
Everybody’s coming
He who breaks the law goes back to the House Of Pain [2x]
I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit
And then I build shit, get off my dills nit
Cause
and you
Girl think of
all the dreams
we have
I know
we`ll realize them
You dream
of a house
down by the see
A small one
is good enough
for me
I`m
forget now
Hear the sound of heartbreak loud
Healing by each frequency
Screw yourself and then screw me
The house
The house
The house is burning
I just
like Kunta
That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L, if you disagree
Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go just go
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