Lyrics:
likkle lickles
So mi try fi ask you
Yes man
How Selasie I like to eat him rice?
Oh
Jah Rasta Fried Rice
Hahahahahahaha
Salad dey inna di yard
Selassie come
Early for the meeting late to the party
On time for the yard food at the barby
Stepped through with a dark skin ting barbie uh huh
I can see what you
(For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it
(For your eyes)
For your eyes only
For your eyes, do you understand?
For your eyes, do you understand
Aye new Knucks, they were dying for it
Do a 2 step in my yard to the latest
Always on blast when I played it
That's what I call showing love
To my
Champagne pourin' in your mouth
Called your friends from out of town
Got the party bag with the purple pills
And I'm waiting for you by the window, yeah
to the yard
Tell come thru and we Netflix and smoke
Hoe
Cos we Netflix and smoke
Bow
I told you man
We done with the bludclart tune now man
(Plain as)
(NWE)
(Rtrap)
(Check)
(Yoshi)
(Uh)
(thats enough for me yea)
(need a yard that's decent and come with a range)
(yeah a couple b's full up
still thirsty
I come from the hydrant the yard and the corner now tell me who cola
So acidic you nothin but soda
Yeah I feed to the roots to the trees
Tell your girl she ain’t invited,
She always ruin the vibing,
Like Rin,
She got a demon inside her,
More time I be in the yard with wifey,
I be in
of the game is, baby, I tell you
I always seem to get my way.
I used to be a doggone fool,
Fall for a woman's story every time.
But no more, I swear
tunes
But they just make tunes
Yh we do that to but we get bread and we bang bare views
We leave no clues spin by that block and we use that broom
Sweep
finesse
With you babe, I feel too blessed
Chargie, issa badman flex
With you by my side
Chargie are you ready for the ride
Steady I be rolling with
first educational record
It was a School Yard Rap. His School yard Rap
He played the track for his class, a huge impact
He saw quiet kids bumping their
Tomorrow is what a nigga ain't guaranteeing
New Orleans had a sheriff by the name of Harry Lee
When he died, niggas shouted out "Tha-thank you, Jesus"
Nothing too complicated
Just you and me on the dance floor
Here the verse, sing it
Hanging by a grape vine swinging
Got the kids playing in the front yard
the yard
Told me, "Bust a funky rap, and you won't need a bodyguard"
Don't get me wrong, y'all, I'm far from soft
But for the next six months I was rappin my
If Jah
Is by my side
I won't hide
No I won't hide
Boom, boom boom dis yah tune yah
Boom, boom boom dis yah tune yah
Boom, boom boom dis yah tune yah
anymore
This sounds like Tears for Fears"
I thought about textin' a friend
About how depressed I was by this band
By I didn't feel like
You ain't never seen an English boy in a lowrider
Chillin', got rich, yeah, no rider
You ain't slid, you ain't no slider
Heard you got booked for
everybody food for the vision
God willing, might've been a killer but he shook that
Said I ain't got nothing in my bookbag
What you talking 'bout Phyllis
I
Big yard, big Benz
Still burn a spliff 'pon the ends
Big yard, big Benz
Let go my long time friend
Energy and powers
Powers
Energies and powers
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
mad food had fire balls like hodouken
Get choped if you screw like a tune outa Huston
Your a divv for just thinking its normal
I slip through a portal
of youngins and a yard full of junk
Love us if you can, sorry if you can't
Holla if you is, shut up if you ain't
Po-oh-oh-oh-whoaoh, po-dunk!
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