Lyrics:
on the drum-drum-drum
My homie Snoop Lover's on the diddy-drum-drum
Me, I'm Mellow Man, I'm on the mic, so here I come
The M-e-double l-o-w M-a-n A-see-e
place so I
Hope they proud of me
Peepers looking low
I'm way up
Yeah
Palms and fingers itching
For the dough
I want bucks
Yeah
Nigga cus I
Been out on my
you tough
Fuck with some riders, yeah, we get rough
Know we stay ready, so don't get too buck
Think it's a game, go head, call our bluff
Your light we
Yeah it's Johnny Buck in broad day
Light em up like it's Broadway
They bang the war drums
Fuckin bums I live for the kick and the snare
The liqs clips
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
[Young Buck]
D-Tay Man deez niggas talkin bout dey got dis and dat.
Man I'm just- I feel dem man ... penny pinchin and shit.
Niggaz workin wit
the jeans be cut
Rick Owen socks, Rick Owen for the dubs
Bitch I fly to Greece and you know I kept the stubs
Giannis 34 and I'm playing for the Bucks
What
Crossed My Mind
Contemplated On Suicide
Been low so low and I survived
But I’m Sinkin Yeh I’m Goin astray
I think my demons wanna come out to play
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
vocals tell producer tone us
Quinny and rappers you know that quinny solos
Hop in aks so we keep it ot the low lows
Im Charlie and I got my sister by my
the endzone, but I breeze by skillfully
Practice makes perfect said the wise man, or so his whole life span
They said a man was part of the sea
By hand, what?
and territory issues
By any means necessary, so in your chest I bury two buck shots
so who got six niggaz next to carry
off these wanna be's, niggas they
leave it’s gon take my heart from me
Too much pain so I mix all my rhymes with r&b
And low key I’m movin’ more drugs than a pharmacy
Tay Tay
Died
the man say
R-R-Rock stone was my pillow could not find place fi sleep
Pot dem empty we haffi find food fi eat
Everyday we terrorize by soldier
Normally, not the one with a lot of pride
But this love shit I gave it a lot of tries
You was dealing with him just to get you by?
Well, I don't fuck
the shooting
Cops heard the shots, shit's hot 'cause they're pursuing
But it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down
Think I'm gettin caught by
south nigga so I love the strip club
It's something bout the way them bitches shake that ass to them drums
Kicked the cup I said fuck it put that lean
on the A get bun
Drills get done by me and the guys
Dbo tryna swing for backs
He can't swing for backs, so they stay inside
Scar man's face like Al Pacino
[Gunshot]
(Chorus)
[Bizzy Bone]
I'm lil' ripsta, im...
[Krayzie Bone]
Leather face comin' to kill them at night
[Bizzy]
Die Die Die
[Krayzie]
so we buck
a dreamer
I go so hard it hit now you bleedin'
I been
Grindin' I ain't seen this many digits in a long time
All about my bucks I got Giannis on my call line
needing this grunge, lead with the drum
Breathe and you'll see the meaning of the things I've become
That's a wild buck
Meet me, see the being don't give
[Verse 1] Welcome to the land of misery Where my delivery strikes with madness Hearts explode from a touch of the 44 blastin (Party) By the killas
a young boy kept my choppa
You know we ain't never hated
Bought a drum for my Draco
I'm from clayco I got say so
Bad bitch so nasty
Paint her face I giver
down, gritty and grimey
Shiftee! Low down, gritty and grimey
Come and just bust me, peel the real shit!
Drilled through ya ear drum, hell yeah, I'm
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