Lyrics:
rules we abide by, them schools
We get denied by, them tools
We live and die by
Bloodshed, ain't no dry eyes
Everybody cryin'
In the jungle, it's
mami's the chills
Bitch please! and you ain't never seen a hotter nigga in the game
12 years selling records by the mill, see'mon now
Let's work (huh
with the screw missin'
Two girls in the pool kissin'
Everywhere I go, the rod with me
'Cause these niggas actin' too fishy
Fuck y'all niggas on,
Rod
Motherfucker jacked me up, rollin' 'round bumping
'Cause music's too loud, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, this is P-O to the G-O
Motherfuckin'
and right for them niggas with the badge
My mom's dishes really had crack on 'em
12 12's and I kept that shit packed for 'em, yeah they came back for 'em
I
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
then I fill it till it's pregnant
(Take the high back) face it everybody got a favorite
I embrace it like I date it but my grandma think I chase it
we turnt for the night
40 it stays by my side
Whatever happens, it happens girl
I just went up on my price
Hop in the whip and let's ride girl
Hop
downloaded 12 seasons of murder she wrote
I'd download spongebob kazoos
And party favors
I'd download baskin robbins 31 flavors
And a new pair of addidas rod
ain't gon' stop (rrt, skrrt)
I dropped the top off the Maybach, fuck these cops (rrt, rrt)
V12, see ya, 12 (bye)
I do the whole dash with no seatbelt
wanna be your friend
And I don't trust you
One thing I hate about a sucker
They always end up gettin'
Offended by my hustle
And I put it out on the line
No waltzes by brother Strauss,
A cement mixer with every house ( Putty, putty! )
Vote for me, I'm the guy,
Who can get you some shoe fly pie,
Enough to cop six, by the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps
Brick a piece
Capiche?
Everybody gettin' cream
No one considered a leech
Think
house they creepin quiet as a mouse
You say you got it come to find out ya lyin everybody gotta die
Tied in wit the mob I get the job done you a opp
Riding rounding with some hitter make you get loss
Everybody get down drop to the floor
Growing up in these streets shit get cold
Yeen never had to sleep
as sumn pop off, man y'all be quick to call the feds (12)
Watch how I go ghost and float around like a waterbed
Y'all the sheeps and I'm the shepherd, let's
Yeah nigga, fuck 'em man, like I said
You know, this that motherfucking
Uh, Black Flame mixtape
You feel me? Thanks to
Everybody that's been rocking
now
I'm slidin' through his trap, but I don't even see him there
I'm hoppin' off the car with this rod, I'm tryin' to take it there
Hit a nigga BM, now
(Uh-huh, uh-huh)
(Loving)
(Uh-huh, uh-huh)
(Loving)
(Loving, No)
(Loving)
(Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Late-night drives by the ocean
Kissing your lips minimize
and the deejay ain't def
I snatch the needle up off the record and send somebody to get Jeff
(Ah yeah!) when Jeff comes back with his Technics 12
We slap high
a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em
Know
ready, don't have to wait,
Everybody knows I'm bound to get there late.
I don't try too hard, but I get by..
Joe Egan: Vocals, Keyboard
Gerry Rafferty:
rent it for? (bitch)
Boy you know I’m dropping loads when
I go and swerve the roads
With the rose gold, driving way back to bando
(ayy)
If 12 at the do,
destroy half your city[00:57.12]Somewhere in the meadow[00:58.16]I am atomic ill blow up this bitch[00:59.54]When im swinging the bat everybody get
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