Lyrics:
Jumpin' out the gym, yeah, my boys call me Vince Carter
Reached the dial tone, and it's crazy 'cause I meant to call ya
Woo, woo
Major pain, dealing with
don't play
Watts boys stay struttin' watts boys survey
Watts boys bust gats
Watts boys pushing weight
Watts boys got cake watts boys throw K's
Watts boys
, you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is
that hasbrick
But i don't need the needle and thread to patch this
Just get me the glue and the motherfucking match sticks
If they counted kills i'd be
what we do
Panamera Porsche's me and you
Stuck to your side li, li, like glue
Be by your side boy, whatever your goin' through
We were high (til when
like grandma ladle sharper than a silver saber
Strength of Vader when I sit in front of all these faders, faded
Disappear without a trace and call me
as African as KRS is, who wanna test this?
Fuck y'all you don't impress me and no one can test me
An emcee so ill, I got AIDS scared to catch me
All that shit
Form guerilla hands to pick me up by eight
It was a sweet night, the weed gates don't stay open late
Check my bank roll, remove the tints
? is pet charm,
Show me the gato
I'm Choppa, but she call me "El Chapo"
'Bout by peso, moula, guapo
Play with my queso, knock the shell out your taco
Feel it, hit
swarming to put him in check
No one to blame
Other than them
His life is boring that's what to expect
Medic flow
Find me prep up the boys
Adrenalin shots
piss
I know yall hating on me like chris
I'm serving dope
I feel like my name J Miller
Hit em with the hammer
No Bob The Builder
Shoulda told em that
was the FBI, deep at the call
'cause if they make us all panic then they can start martial law
Chorus:
I don't believe Bob Marley died from cancer
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dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
twice in Oklahoma and once in Arkansas
And I don't know what possessed me to want to tag along
'Cause I was raised a Christian, and I knew right from
Josh Jacobs that boy is the truth
Kenyan Drake just let him loose
Me you know I be in that black hole
Chillin with Gorilla Rilla and Cisco
Only team
with lil' Black
And I fuck with everybody 'cause
They fuck with me back
In the hood I can't sleep shit I gotta eat
Get on the beat don't let it breathe
playin boy don’t call me carti I over analyze pullin my hair tryna conceptualize but I know my vision can’t be seen with mortal eyes I’m mortified
a kid in a store full of candy
I lost myself, but now I found me
Don't need negativity around me
Got one life and I'm gonna live it
Everything I got is
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry: (to thing-fish)
Anything you say, master! take me, I'm yours!
Girl, I don't give a fuck about
Presents underneath the tree
None of those gifts mean shit to me
But you know what's on my wish list?
Girl, I wanna
or tryn get it
Then don't come around
I shop like I'm at Walmart
Nigga iont got a plug
I roll Kd's everytime I smoke
Nigga iont give a fuck
Hey bag boy
you talking crazy to a bitch you on some dumb shit
And she gon eat me up whenever I call that bitch love dick
I said she love the dick
Ain't no way
will be fully engulfed by this Energy
I don't have enemies
I just have people who envy me
You can't handle this pressure
You on ya last knee
Just
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