Lyrics:
Wake up in the afternoon
Many messages from the bitches from the night to noon, yuh yuh
Get my rocket fly to the moon
And now my life is mine, and I
he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
[Mr. Tibbs]
I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature
'cause even
this one to a crack of hood rats
The Dogg Pound nation Lex and big Pac-sy
These is the peoples I see rockin' the party
Ever they go gonna pop-lock
lair,
not a shred aware, watching rockets' red glare.
The next year I partied in a gentrified hood,
separate from the poor parts, protected by woods.
Live
wack, matter fact
It's like a cat from Mexico
That trap all kinda yay
(Kanye) wearin' a MAGA hat
A holy shirt and a pair
Of Yeezy's tryna swagger jack
You
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're like,
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're like,
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're like,
brain is makin' when your feelin' happy
So, if your tryna' feel what I feel then yo get at me
And me? I get me fix from all sorts of shit
Every night
niggas thinking it's funny
Till the rocket's out the pocket and all up inna your tummy
Where's all the Charlie you selling up in the party, nigga?
type of flow to make 'em make Scream 3
Six rappers being hunted by a killa MC
I never killed a bianca with a 36D
A party with the bitches on my planet
I was working in the lab late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise
a 40 in my lap
Back in 2nd grade, I carried a lunch box
Turned 21 started smokin crack pots
Snortin that D by the dime
Wish I could slow down, I'm
smoke so much trees
Look I just had to take a erb nap
I smoke trees cause my nerves bad
Mistreated by a certain aunt
And I never felt I deserved that
Now
smoke so much weed
Look i just had to take a erb nap
I smoke weed cause my nerves bad
Mistreated by a certain aunt
And i never felt I deserved that
Now I
livin' like that
Tripped over the crack, crippled by circumstance
Nigga gotta face the facts, make this world your own
Sun sprinkled light for this
talking like you hot shit
Dog fighting I eject you out your cock pit
Keep hating on me bitch you'll never stop this
Tales from the crypt I got the keys like
But they didn't see the vision
By the time they catch on
We gone be lifted
I think it sent from the heavens
It was gifted
i'll see you on the moon
Thats
Grand devotion
Golden potion
Changing the rhythm
Since I have known it
Stray from the way
Believe in the blame
Illusory comfort
Taking its place
Boiling
from the crypt spilling the festive morning beverage of your preference, I step in hog heaven, stoney with no weapons, pissing on teleprompters, selling
All my people out here we mobbing
Rocking
We on our time
No clock in
Stop it
With the nonsense
Just drop it
About to take off like a rocket
I'm with
from my pen
And I've got a stake in it like it was a vampire
Burning up like a campfire
I'm still riding on the whims of the breeze and the winds with
Welcome to my haunted mansion
Welcome to my haunted mansion
Please don’t have a heart attack.
Tell me where the party’s at.
This is where
Stones was shocked
Bizzy the Kid grippin this baby makers
Tellin the whole story
Runnin from cops
Bustin shots smack the top with a forty
I'm never gonna
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