Lyrics:
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
even go there
Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare
I dare to tear into your ego
We go, way back like some ganja and pelequo
Or Coleco,
they gon' let that bih spray
Gang, snipe 'em, bang bang
No drive-by, this personal, hit you close range
If we really beefin' why you put it
grayer, my whole clique despise the mayor
With dreams to excel, politicing amongst the wisest players
Stay in the cut, forever ganja-ed up
Private affairs
to excel
Politicking amongst the wisest players
Stay in the cut, forever ganja-ed up
Private affairs, confide to my pairs
News Years to Hanukkah
The streets
by yourself
But I know you look better on me
You can set it off, set it off like this
I just wanna know If I can get
Closer to your body I’m in closer
really hate me
Because I know I don't deserve the things that I've been through
Alone
On the surface we seem plain enough
A little weathered by the work
hard to see
But you know when you're there
On the bottom words are shallow
The surface talk is cheap
You can only judge the distance by the company
In the raw
In the raw
In the raw
In the raw
Don't choose too fast
You can't judge a book by it's cover
Make sure that what you see is what
Most people use money to measure success
The big car they're drivin' and the way that they dress
If there's someone who loves you you're richer by
When lava pours out near the sea surface
Tremendous volcanic explosions sometimes occur
In time, sub-marine seamounts
Or islands, are formed
When
Destroyed by M.T.V.,
I hate to bite the hand that feeds me so much information.
The pressure's on the screen to sell you things that you don't
Said I'm wanted, dread & alive
By the evil forces
Said I'm wanted, dread & alive
Nowhere to hide
They are trying to find me
CHORUS
Babylon charge I
ganja
But beware of the AK held by HM Thomas
Son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old pyjamas
I said shit ma nigga take another hit
We ran up
cut what?
Smack you in public and embarrass you slut what?
Put you on punishment the same way I do to my son
And the only bullets by my stomach be
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.
Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel ya
All I wanna do is touch ya
The ultimate rush, you're drugs
grabed sich Cocktails by Havannah
Diggah es ist Freitag also holen wir nen Kater
Wieder eine Runde feiern, unsere Augen Manga
Bruder gib den Meister, wir
Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Sick shit, blrrrp
Dedicated
To the culture that Tunechi birthed
To the sons and daughters of Weezy
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin' kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin' kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin' kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin' kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin' kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for
wake the fuckin' hood up
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
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