Lyrics:
lean lean
Tell em' I need two shots, by two o' clock
Plus that adds about two thousand, two drops
Pull up with my crew, sinara
[Gun shots followed by screaming]
[Proof:]
Pow-pow! Straight off the corral
Now, the dirtiest street vet from the mile
Is vexed without the techs
wagon
Step out, jeans sagging, crew laughing
Getting blazed by the fiend for ten bones a piece
Nothing but the dog in me needing to be released
This
basic
Now the whole crew cop by the cases
Cases on cases on cases
TRP
Cases on cases on ca (Razor 2 the Roc)
Cases on cases
Cases on cases on cases
Used
Co-signed by Alchemist, stamped by Babu
Executive Produced, yours truely, got loot
It's a new day, phones still tapped
Watchin' the crew
They put out one
you'll lose!
Here comes two big pioneers, rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
EPMD "that's right!"
Legendary, hardcore b-boy is
to the sky, let off a round
Cause can't no other man
Feel this black man's but another
With no dough, goin insane
Everyman has two lives, so there's two
Like what chu boutta do in front of your crew
(What u doin)
Smoke some dabs that be looking like goo
(What chu doin)
Or smoke a fat joint and kick it
Early night jumping out the Porsche
Joint rich hoodie and sweats, smoking as good as it gets
Life of the party, know I get it started
I take a shot
up with you?
You know the place we're going to
We're doing shots at breakfast time
We smoke 2 joints and cut the lines
We're waiting
We’re waiting
the complete lock and beat stop
Now all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my er
Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon I’m like a mink while
in school now even though I'm forty-nine
It's not a problem 'cause I'm havin' fun
And I plan to graduate in two thousand twenty one
But it ain't no
in school now even though I'm forty-nine
It's not a problem 'cause I'm havin' fun
And I plan to graduate in two thousand twenty one
But it ain't no
get sweaty.
Beats and melodies, will make me blink.
I'll pull my shank out, and give a warrior's cry.
If you ain't down wit' my crew, all you die.
the mainstream?
Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two
Blazin budda joint I think very deeply
digital tank I, I think very deeply
Chorus:
WHAT WHAT WHAT
Your place or my place maybe later so
WHAT WHAT
And it stay around
Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddha down
Goin', goin', gettin' to the roots
Ain't givin' it up
So turn me loose
But then again I
nigga, Sane
Shout out GFC: God, Family, Culture
Three words to live by
Shout out my brother, Nakim
Shout out the quad shout out Calendar
Shout out 40 Oz
add it to my fat stacks,
chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.]
Chorus Two: 2x
Puff mad lye / [Catch wreck with my crew
flows wit two by fo's wit sand paper
Now what is a MC if he can't flow
Up next is E-Swift and my name is J-Ro
We don't give a fuck if you down wit
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
[Chorus]
The struggle lives hard times, we do or die
My whole crews fly hands high to the sky
So maintain son elevate try to build
But now you're
(gimme that)
Now I carry a sword, attached by a live cord
Oh my lord!
Chorus: Erick Sermon (repeat 4X)
Watch me do it up like this.. {"like this.." ->
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