Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah
Fuck all these niggaz
You know what I'm talkin' about Wino
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Two minutes and twenty-one seconds of funk
and I ain't no punk
a punk
You with a broke boy
Oceanside view
I'm thinking of you
Yeah I'm thinking of you
Yeah she like the rush
She with a dope boy
She never wait in line
Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day
I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away
Pop the grate at the crack of dawn
a fool
Cause I'm takin off from the tip-top of the key
with the rock passed by the Pharoahe M-O-N, see-H
the chosen lyrical soldier who backs me up
when
'd rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac
N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen?
[Chorus]
I'm a cold-hearted fool
I mean a fool at heart, head strong
And I won't be headed home if he falls apart
Contact niggas like a part time
Oh my gosh Julie, look at her butt, its so plump and round. She looks like one of those punk guy's girlfriends.
I like big butts and I cannot lie
You
wanna fuck with us, you must've had no common sense
I'll kill you then your guts get eaten up by Brotha Lynch
It's Strange Music so the competition
niggas are really the punks huh?
In the hearts of men, I'm seeing cowards
Where you niggas is at when the funk come?
Smoke a blunt to that
When
a cat
Morgana here, not a cat I think, but I'm definitely an amnesiac
When you attack be prepared to get scratched back
I'm part of the crew, who's
of shots for niggas
Punk, I wake up everyday to cathedral cielings
Jumpin' out my bed, wall to wall marble and pillars
Livin' like the Pharaoh Tut, I
can't take) what God gave me
Game stayed on top of - Fame played a part of
Change, made a lot of - Flame in the hearts of
Men I'm a Made one - Friends,
this here gat and shoot ya in the eye)
Who ya fucking with governor E?
Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree
(Then swing ya by ya foot)
Rebellion, stinger hit ‘em, kill ‘em
I’m fighting demons
The same ones that keep these bitches dropping by in the evening
But sometimes I need ‘em,
parts out from a learned curve, of bird fingers bursting out of germs burns, urgently, offered through the circuits ofan earlier plot, I’ll see you
on that rah-rah, man a boss
I'm from T-Dot, you might get dub up if you floss
In the wrong part of town, in the wrong time of day
I got love inna mi
Well, alright. You see the thing is...)
This music's more than a job, I gotta make my revenue
If you're a part of my squad then I got the best in you
If
told you twice before but I'll say it one more time
You do your thing Homes but I'm gonna do mine
[Chorus: x2]
Look at all this rumors
Started by
know what to do
So afraid of growing old
I don't want to become part of the mold
I don't want the times to change or me
Year by year - day by day
of a 'Lac
With a latch on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till he's off balance
And I'm back in the front
silicone parts are made for toys
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So
at what they made me
I'm part of the reason they still Crippin' out in Brooklyn
Before I was an artist I would book 'em, mm
Push ya shit back while
Pull up I grip my pump
Red light don’t give a fuck
Shooting u and I’m dropping your junk
Man down got shot by punk
Talk shit but I really don’t give
ain't no punk
Remember nights when you would call me you was letting out pain
On days when I be feeling down you helped me get through the rain
And I been
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