Lyrics:
a kit find us fuckin' freezing
We're a little tight gotta sell some thigh
Got a degree it's a p.h.d...
It's a useless urban lie
Wanted to be a dental
just get head (brain)
She wasn't there when I was in jail, she never sent me no mail (nope)
More time it's footballer dick that she takin' but she love
still on that hood shit
Post up by the liquor store, up the block from 8 to 4
My little nigga selling dope, it's GPL fuck you now
My Spanish Bousin
the nail on the head
If you had it your way, L.A. rap would be dead
But it's not like that, we got the suckers bumpin
Wear the wrong color, get broke off
a drunk mind state, I bomb Kuwait
I'm so ill I raise the dead when I rhyme at wakes
From the moment that my first verse caught your head
years later you'll
on 'em
and tint our windows
I can take care of the head man in town
You gotta the play yo cards right, right, oh yeah
Verse 1:
I'm just laid back
choked up...
Wrote you a text, yea we broke up
I tried to settle some things, but now that games done
I see your face red, you're gettin wasted
You play
devotion 'cause I'm
The Earth, Wind, and Fire of hip hop
By Rakim and Short I been inspired
My shit knocks environ---ments
Of cats wit seventeen's tint, time
[Intro: Frukwan]
Check it out... check it out..
Yo.. yo... yo
[Chorus 2X: Frukwan]
Little Johnny Walker Red, 2 to the head
Big shot, slingin' crack
I got drunk by myself last night
they say it's no way to make things right
I just didn't have anything better to do.
The dog was asleep
time, I'm ahead of mine
Devil on my shoulder tryna get
Into this head of mine
And lately I've been prayin'
For some better times
Everybody always givin'
Gettin' money like I won the lottery
Shorty a baddie, she doin' it sloppily
I'm tryna go up, but they foulin' me
(Like what?)
And they know how I rock, no
niggas
And everywhere we go
We set up shop and bring the traffic with us
Go'n 'head serve you somethin', nigga
Before you rap about it
And if it was a race
check it
40 to a pig's head, get in the crib
Hit the lamp post, and took a 40 yard piss
So sit twice, that's good
Can't keep my cock out, turn the boogie
I finally got some sight (Sight)
I was blinded by the love but
Now I see niggas ain't right (Bitch)
Trust fucked up
You can't sit behind me with no
probably what’s, set by your peers
This is the food of my
Ladle, call me unstable, hold your horses
Ain’t nothing but fables
Whats the fucking deal if
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