Lyrics:
Once upon a time not long ago
When people were still living in the northern zone
They could, still breathe and everybody wasn't dead
Somebody
Hey yo, the cars looking blurred in my rear view mirror
When, the base so loud, it could tear through ligaments
I was bumping on pills, stressed
the blues like hill street, or more news than huey lewis
Like boy blue blew all day, enough of these curds and whey
Well this nigga don't play
Do yourself
tell ya what Baby let's take a ride,
I gotta woman, but I'm selfish I'ma make you mine,
I'ma take my time and do it right until you're spoiled rotten,
Who's ya daddy?
I'm in ya belly
Rowland like Kelly
On yo head Sally's
Boy I got all the hoes
Check all of those
Portfolios
Cornholios
I'm in my fuckin'
(What?)
Them boys done came together, changed the weather
Now they finna reign/rain forever (What?!)
Somebody better tell 'em they can think whatever
But I
a night
'Cause if I'm drunk, then I might walk right to a couple bitches and start picking a fight
Spit saliva in their face just to by me some time
Shove
Nae nae that's the new thing poppin'
Got your girl over here in the corner and she jockin'
All you gotta do is put your hands up and walk it
Don't be
they on they way
Look we ain't got no time to play
So hit me when you in the lobby boss
I won't get faded but if I do
Will you drop me off?
Them real
laces
Out here scratching the pavement
By now tryna live major
Niggas foul it be flagrant
Hate to show a nigga love
Thinking he gone betray it
I'm just do
be a crime
If you impersonate a cop
Then they gon' give you some time
Say you a queen
But all you do is twerk and show yo' behind
And people think you
('95) yeah, yeah, yeah
What y'all thought this was?
We here baby, we run up in the spot
You already know what type of time it is
Check your watch
I can't wait to touch/
going so hard,
you might end up with a crutch/
so every time I'm headed home,
I'm always in a rush/
Verse (Bobby Debarge)
yo
yo tough pictures
They don’t see how to stop him it's right vision
60 hour yeah, weeks I’m different
Y’all be bitching just look at the time
I said i'm back
Yeah nigga i'm back
But it's time to get this streaming money
And make it stack
Last year has been crazy homie, i can't relax
Had
wondering why you can’t do it like that
Got you wondering why your shorty ain’t write back
Live my life fast when I pass by it look like a mother fucking time
space has never said
Free parking
Mi paz me mantiene
El corazón quedó en lock
Funny time goes by
Without looking up at the clock
No empieces con problemas
to set me up
Careful what I do
One false move could be the end of us
Bitch I'm on my own, I ain't got no clique
If anybody hating
Then they hating ass can
Tetris or Jenga, bad bitch she look like Topanga
It's about time for that boy to meet the world cause it get really dangerous
Run up his blood, turn
Yo
Bugzy Malone
You know
I hit the top like I don't know what
Now 500's Play-Doh gwop
And these man tryna take my spot when I'm sitting
decisions ask God for forgiveness
His love is authentic yo soul he's defendin'
He's callin' you listen you payin' attention?
Distracted by the world
choice, or better yet no voice
But still by that time I hope to write enough rhymes
To own a fleet real estate with a Rolce Royce
Rollin' deep through this
First of all id like to dedicate this song to all the vatos from San Diego. Straight out the 6 1 9 with a rhyme and to all my homies doing time dont
runnin up yo house regulatin
Do or die, down for the scrilla, we cheddar chasin
Momma gave birth to a killa, premeditatin
????, ready to resurrect my thug
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