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Good morning Brooklyn, Hillbilly Banksy
Catalog speaks for itself when I'm cranky
Snare drums crack they recorded close mic'ed-ed
I really
phone.
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm stoned alone
By the way I got the freaks on point
Call up the krew, hook it up. Lata."
I hung up with X and gave
Chingy Jackpot, "pop" like a crack spot
Ladies on the strip, keep me with a fat knot, 'Lac drop
Rag top on the jag drop, uh
Phat stop you know that's hot,
gonna party hard till the crack of dawn
Let that bank account run out
Now how the fuck did I end up
In this position in life
Where I've been handed
realize that the weak would fall
The best pick out of the crop of MCs
Got rocked by the fact of realness
Stop, the shit
Block parties was a thing
Kevin Gates, we gon' hold it down, ya heard me?
This how we comin'
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my
Unwilling! Tell Them Unwilling.
Too Many Times I have been Underneath.
Listen to the Cracks as I crawl in between!
Unwilling to Stop the Attack! Bars Bars
season
And my nigga's season woo oh
I aint from Houston, I keep a rocket
Pop up at yo doe, we aint nigga knocking
Kicking big shit like know karate
I
parties on your upper deck
Looking at you is a pain in the deck
I can see you from my windowsill
I adored you, I adore you still
cnd they don't like to see the success it's our turn
My guys will ride by my side
I ride for all of my guys that's no lie
Cause ain 't nobody playing
He packing twos
Imagine that type of shit this nigga would do to you
Packing beams it came from the shop and this shit for errbody
Aint no sleeping
Pocket rocket in the party I'm clutching
I could turn shit up get it hot like a oven
Come test your luck if you think that I'm bluffing
I like
scooped up by this roughneck from Cuba?
We do maneuvers like Super Dave, always with a group of babes
Sayin "Mami's out" like Sugar Ray
Cause Cuban Link
and learned karate
Pirate ships, temples of doom and house party's
Red and blue 3d shades
Lookin numbers up in the yellow page
Racing downhill on roller blades
to your door
Love me or not me i don't even mind
Party jellof dey sweet you know
Make the pepper dey red be the koko o
My factory reset when you call me by
from insane days
Make ya sick like bad mayonnaise
(Tech N9ne!) Got the remedy rhyme infinity
Criminally finna be some shit
I crack you open like
nothing nothing I was always good at
Fuck that I give it a good crack
Do my bit don't look back words said never took back
Make money money make money
it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in the trunk
Jimi wit the semi
on
KID from the old school
88 fade
Press PLAY
I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One
ya
I got PTSD from the killin's of these beats
I'm a veteran
I came in the game like a soldier
I could sun you like Barbosa
Me and Nash playin' soccer
of war, exercise
'Mega got word back from Noreaga
The D.A. got video cassette tape of
The god with the God-U-Now, pullin' a caper
Runnin' up in
the party apart
From the seams and hem up like bell-bottom jeans
But you get done, you get blues like 501
Brothers are live but I bet ya I'm liver son
So let
the sun
Blue blockers
Party rockers
Aviators, top gun
Imitation pit vipers
Low budget stunting son
I rock them dollar store glasses
I got em staring by
Hit the power switch
Quickly get online
Before we hit the road
Let's get the party on
The other a night a glitch
Was like a goldmine
We got in
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