Lyrics:
ridin' 4th gear
Til' them wheels come undone
Cold beer on that console
Got The Possum on the radio
Got stopped across the state line
By the highway patrol
we get it each way
When I'm in a funk I put on dunks like the east bay
Withdrew four by hundred like a relay
Withdrew four by hundred like a relay
Let
I'm a sport, don't worry about how much walk I got
I'm a pool, who's talking about act
He'll half a line, I'm a four
That's a bullet hole in your
by the young OG with a fan recording
When you walk into my living room, all you smell is murder
Got a bad west side, bitch, I met her at El Georges
I
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
[Chorus]
Nothing you can do [Repeat: x4]
They say he's a radical, he don't fit the game
A heart full
himself bought me a mic
But I refused the offer, 'cause God sent me to strike
With skills unused like fallopian tubes on a dyke
My words'll expose George
bartered then stole mine
Four lines, it ain't secure
Unload the chore, the Haitians
Face the God forsaken race relations
Basically the case for
head in the clouds
Clouds in my head
Got my head in the clouds
Walking on a cloud
Hey
How could you let this opportunity pass you by, pass you by, oh
see by the blood on my cape."
(Chorus)
Verse 4
"Well I never was real or stronger than steel.
I'm a figment of Freudian need.
And the video
This i full rule what we do
We make
Noise, noise, noise, noise
I got the power for twenty four hours
I got the love pump, brooklyn don't front
I got
ghost rap
Do it too easy, Dee Brown, closed eyes
Four door Paul George, pacer
Medication, from the gutter with no education
With a girl like you I could
bringin in crack cocaine bailin out of planes
with the George Bush connections, I push Reflection
like I'm sellin izm, like a dealer buildin the system
Probable cause (yeah) probable cause
You don't have to break no laws
They say probable cause (word)
Now who's this nigga in the 4.6?
About twenty
I'm never missin a beat
(Never missin a beat) --> George Clinton
[ VERSE 2: Everlast ]
There's no need for askin, I'm the Everlastin
My mind is a poll
playin a fiddle
Squad rep gold call em George kittle
Flipping the rifles like we got rivals
Idols they hate me I preach like a bible
Tell em by by then
no one
Might not deal with me no more
Don't come chill with me no more
Fanta my cup and po lean up by the four
Got me feening for your body
Come
ha)
I got hookers by the hand
Four-five at a time
But they're the ones paying me
By the end of the night
Pimps hunt me down and try to get the cash
Kittle,
cnd adored by more women than four Mormon polygamists.
(Ha!)
Pardon my pompous,
I can't seem to give a fuck about any part of your nonsense,
John
you was ballin by the budget ima ballin the load
They done let me off a leash now I’m in the skreets
No Peggy Adams ima dog she fuckin with me
Whole
weight in my chest
I been placin' my bets
Getting lucky you could say that I’m blessed
If I speak I could make you invest
Gifted by my gab
Get the bag
how powerful they are and how hard it is to stop.
But I trot on and try to let by-gones, be by-gones, by George, I think he’s got it now.
Chorus -
shop
Live from the trap, just drivin' by, you'd probably think it's empty
I just copped a four for four, but hell nah, I ain't eatin' Wendy's
On my
worked at Wendy's, four for four
(For real)
Come to my job and get sent to the Lord
(Come on) by twenty-one I was rockin' Dior
I'm tryna be rich by
(Klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack)
Yo, the year of the Blacksmith
It ain't defined by any calender
Just thought I'd remind all you challengers, uh
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