Lyrics:
on the playground
You lay down on a stretcher (don't get carried away now)
No pun intended, just hop out of your whip
And leave it unattended before I whip out
Fiend, Mr. Whomp Whomp, excited prices, deep yacht Jones
Silkk Tha Shocker, Vito, Da 504 Boyz
Take those
No Limit soldiers, till the world blow up by
persecute the Lamb that was slain (Ok)
Don't you know that it's hard to kick and go against the grain
So Paul got low had to die to his pride (Ugh)
Drafted by
Ghetto Boyz ayy, ayy (yeah)
I got what you want, I got what you need
Nigga (Woo)
Get a check by my lonely, I don't need niggas
(I don’t need niggas)
now we gotta fan em
Free my cousin Lil P know I rock with the family
I really put the family first I put that on Granny
And I don't wear white buffs
Haunted by my demons and my mind is like my poltergeist
My partner wants a rock it's pending
Trust me that's not something I would often mention
But life in
bless her
And I don't even use the bed but the dresser
Keep the monkey high
Keep the screaming low
You ain't got to yell out just say jones
We can go all
I pave my way
Cause that’s what I want
Ain’t following trends
I could be trapping
And then I go drill
And I’m trapping again
No limit ain’t boxing
don't mean it"?
Niggas really gun butt heads. No beef is too big or small they will handle it easy
Run it or chuck the deuce deuces, Chris Breezy
Rock
Safe tryna hustle 'round here think there's money to be made
You'll get robbed by somebody underage
We don't rock brands like Vans, only J's
We don't
in the back of a Mustang
With style and finesse I'm never second best
Drink beer for breakfast pass any piss test
Mai Tai's no tie dyes I don't red by
into any chickenheads at Grant's Tomb
Make sure they're clean (why?)
Because we don't want you to catch salmonella
That's right, this is Dave Rock N'
Every night before I go to bed
I want to be remembered
I don't want to die a coward
I'm not scared of being vulnerable
Not scared of getting louder
If I
on Lydon,
Rev the engine, I said one love to my brejerine
And the legend, heads poppin, joints knockin
Shorties on the corner actin like they want to hop
Everyone’s sick around me and I’m starting to get a cold
I don’t know why people want to hang out when they’re sick, it’s very American
No one wants
pugilist
Equipped with the lyrical gift to flip scripts
People duck sick (what?) don't want to touch with that ruff [shit]
That Ruck kick, break boys
come from Texas (Texas)
She hit my phone
No reply, but got the message
I still want the dolla's and the power & the freedom b**** (freedom, freedom,
come from Texas (Texas)
She hit my phone
No reply, but got the message
I still want the dolla's and the power & the freedom b**** (freedom, freedom,
want smoke, they got close but no cigar
Cannot relate to these hoes, yea
Moving round doing the most, yea
Let's have a toast to them folks running up
Jones locker because a dead man tells no tales
I pull up to the gig
It's a showstopper, who would've thought my depression would sell
I never been happy
(brraah)
Make bread, break bread
Take charge, take heads
No amends don't attend
My Rebels rise and ascend
Cold case (case), never make the pen (aaah)
Broke
the next ones clever
Don't play soccer cuz I'm hands on but I love it when she header
I'm still messing with her mind, talk bout my X not no professor
Take
my shine back (back!)
Making rhymes stack (stack!), pimpin' with my mic (mic!)
Everybody want a piece just 'cause Sweet Jones is what they like
They
Catch a Rémy Jones, hit the sto' and only flip a half pint
Nah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Let my big cousin rock my Roley to the club tonight?
Nah,
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