Lyrics:
on a show
When I pass by your house and blow, instead of knocking on your do'
[H.A.W.K.]
You know that opposites attract, and hoes choose macs
And how some
still stop and say hello.
Using my shirt for a basket I stole 25 lemons,
From my next door neighbors tree.
I told my boss I need a few days off,
I?ve got
sayin' is real
I'm livin' a verse ever since 9
11 I've been livin' and lurkin'
Don't cross my path cause you
Don't want the outcome
By Any Means Necessary
twenty-fours (I do)
I ain't missin' a day (No, I ain't)
I'm whippin' that white girl (Okay)
Call me Mr grain
Came through registration, I was so late
(Okay,
one two three four five
and six beers later I was wild
I said baby
show me to the bed now
cus I've been sitting here since half past nine
been
[Trip Locc]
Now my day begins late, had to get some sleep
ridin passenger in a Suburban peep
we had a ball last night, me and the crew
I'm sayin
My theme is I push music to driveby
I slide through, scoop up four and ride high
Strap under the seat my hood technique
As I destroy your block like
Foretold by prophetic eye
Scourges upon lands he never stood
Predicting our race to die
Seeing the days
Of hideous plague
When nature released disease
in crime by the name of Chuck
We stormed the city, shooting shit up like Frank Nitti
We robbed kids and split the dough 50/50
One day we stuck
This old highway is just a lonely patch of blue and gray
And late at night my memory obfuscates my line of sight
And in my mind I really had no
on the line, gotta free my mind
No more living by the rules
You can bet your bottom dollar
One fine day I will be gone
Ride into a new horizon
Lookin' back,
to be
Those times I held you late at night?
Now I am to you only a memory
Four years and counting that's all I am
It's just wasted time gone by
I can't
to happen, It was bound to happen,
It was bound to happen, Put 'cha rollies in the air
Once again it's a day in the life of
some nigga's who insist
They say for a party, I say it's dogma to America's artful lie
Sniffin' the party line, intoxicated from white
That fake superiority created by
standing by steady working on another tape
But people got some shit they setting straight? Out of the blew I truly can't relate
Ever since A1 I been A1, day
late
And my favorite spots, they all been closed 100 days
Cuz see, the News saying that it's death up in the air
Niggas deaf up in the ear, now we ain't
When is too long too long
Is it after 2 songs 3 songs 4 songs more no I don't care if you play this and like it
Share it praise it
No I care if
holiday
I'm just doing me I flash a few dollars hey
My fashion modern day
My passion probably
Thug life, Henny, with a splash of alize
I be with Rich Girls
as hell so I had to drop the streets
till I got saved by them bells like I walk a harder street
come and get your bitch cause your dog is off the leash
So I stop by the diner on the way back
I got some steak, mash and gravy on my plate
I’m coming back late but at least I got
Cold beer on a cool night
of belonging
I spit these rhymes late at night
31 with 4 kids, and that's alright
Twenty Se7en and $u$
Holding it down
Us English kids, yeah
We bring it now
me out
By the time that they get it it's gone be too late, yeah
I just been moving
Followed my heart now I'm out of emotions
Still can't explain what
rubber rip
And I got four five costume with the rubber grip
I could let bang in the rain I bet it doesn't slip
That's that real shit we living by the G
consumed by my music that I feel lifeless
Introspective on a record they won't listen to it
Everything I give is making me dream until I'm lucid
Mind gone so
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