Lyrics:
for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me (Whomp!Whomp!)
Cornbread by the ki, the language when you call
yeah
I'll fuck on yo momma, uh yeah
Got a new Glock, uh yeah
Black like Obama, uh yeah
Niggas bout to blow, uh yeah
Feel like Osama, uh yeah
And If you
aunty (Uh yeah), ill fuck on yo momma (Uh yeah)
Got a new glock (Uh yeah), black like obama (Uh yeah)
Niggas bout to blow (Uh yeah), feel like osama (Uh
Go to parole off of two in stolen wheels
My colon holdin' pills, fuck takin' some Golden Seal
I smoke leaky and black like BET
Fuck hoes raw dog
a byrd they get busy
Fuck the phone getthe word by mouth
When the winter roll around no byrds fly south
Fuck the cops got hella folks in prison
Hand over
to coast
Rocking Gucci ghost
Lemon pepper grams
Paint by my hands
Landed in japan
Black & white sand
I can 80 grand
I got ice on my hands
Saved a star fish
Lap dance, hands tied, get free or I’ll die dreaming
Her ass lifted, divine demon. Wax dripping
Dark Knight in a black fitted, last Gotham city rogue
greatness but I ain't feel right
But now I feel like a superhero in real life
Black man, real nice
Maya Angelou, I still rise
Y'all killed me for four hundred
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man said "Cluck, I don't
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
(Lost boys)
Other side of da tracks
Scuzz outsiders
Nothin ta loose
Strike of midnighters
Lost boys
True black and blues
No shoes, flat tires
and they be screaming like
(Hey!)
I got them folks in the back, man they be yelling like (Ho!)
I got them folks down front, waving they hands like (Hey!)
nesting in your closets, hiding underneath your socks
Living in your living rooms, sleeping by your bedroom clocks
There must be a couple million and more
me, back in 1984
When I went to a party with the master plan
To step up, and put the mic in my hand
Everybody was there, from junior high to high
let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
Time to get my hands dirty again
I made my first few thousand by accident
I swear you don't even know the half of it
Never would have 'magined
'em home, yeah
On FaceTime readin' lips
Feds tappin' phones, yeah
I bet I'll last the longest
(Longest) , they left me alone, yeah
You better watch your
nose
Ain't got no bands i'm broke as fuck
Lickin' dope up off the pan by the gram
Pop them xans
Five middle fingers on my motherfuckin' hand
Know some
Time slips by in the hourglass
You can hear your name
Sand slides through the stranger's hand
As he deals the game.
All the candles are burning
to the destination
I want a Beamer black and a Bentley blue
A lil coupe joint for my mama too
See me with some hundreds and say nothing new
A lil bad joint it ain't
the blood that's on the hands of the damn illuminati
Told myself when I was young, doin' classes with my mommy
That magic 'bout be my newest hobby, who gon
hand her a hunnid (What's that)
That's not enough to get a
Bra outta Banana Republic (Broke nigga)
Say, big nuts and a bigger heart
You a scrub in these
I know a girl, 20 and insanely sexy.
Dark hair, sweet and rosy lips.
Sparks in the eyes.
She loves dirty rockers
In tight pants and black burning
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