Lyrics:
to summer time, there wasn't no leaving our block
When the laws made it hot, we was freezing our block
Man we got enough money, to make my neck look pretty
[Ahmad's friends talking]
.. and then he cut it off *laughter*
Hahaha, ay who next? Who next?
Ay ay Jamal come up
Somebody else.. aiy who next man
and wearing your clothes
Cause your woman is a bitch to class one
And by the way, don't forget to get her hair done
I want the bitch looking good and she laying
heard my record on the radio oh well it's just another song
Got a hit recorded and it'll be out on the market 'fore too long
I got this ring in Mexico
and good clean fun
That's my kind of country
Roots run deep as they come
In my kind of country
I'm from the old school
Live by the golden rule
Ain't
sometimes it?s hard just to get by
Ain?t it good to know that we can still grow So gimme one word and tell me one time
Always me and mother and never were
By me, I'm the mother fuckin' man like homo erectus
So why it matter where rap started
If I wanted to hear from asshole I would have farted
I'm a West
A man once told me that life was like a collage
He said there's nothing much to spies like us
Just killing time, that's all
And there are
Man in the sun
She reads to me from the New Yorker
Which I don't buy
Don't know how it got in here
But something about the mafia
One of the heads
said you getting old I know
Still ain't stopping I held it down on my own
Came from a broken home
Breaking man them bones
Don't try lil bro me like no
Maybe I don't feel quite right
Smiling while hanging by his side
An Aussie girl in an Irish bar
French kiss to an English man
Unusual combination let's
around**
Now how do rumors get started
Started by the jealous people
Lookin for a ? when a man and a women have a good relationship
And they trip then they
but all of a sudden she wasn’t enough
Bae I know times are rough, but when I stack this paper up
Pockets gonna be buffed, and we gonna eat up good
Move
Russo
Man there’s a time and a place for everything
Let me talk my shit
FWM
She wanna fuck with me more than a friend
Diamonds on negative ten
Hot in
Hills of the white
Look like Beverly
Showed her a good time, bet lil thot gone remember me(I bet)
Booted up, off the bookie
Smoking heavily(Smoking that
tryna go swimming
I had a good time, gotta go bout my business
Pray for the millions, I see that shit comin
Do right for my kids & invest it in
ain't just tobacco my man
Without a smoke, I wouldn't know what else to do with my hands
It's an awkward conversation exit all the time plan
An ice
if you can't tell
Call you rondo by the way y'all be switching up
Smoking with the plug every time I'm picking up
Dr. YCR I get that drank and mix it
of the Sistine
Pockets flooded with that pristine
Selling all that good-good, feel it in ya bloodstreams
Puffing on that wood-wood, turned her to the cream team
the good times
So I don't question if he there in the darkness
If it's poetry it doesn't mean it should rhyme
Just as long as it's striking you where you're
bond
Son of god, whose riding dirty
Got a good vibe, she's getting flirty
Bought the house, I'm by the river
Hustle good, that's kinda killer
Mix tequila
fighting
Plug pulled up when I ran out of wok
Call that good timing
Placed a hit on Friday he was dead by Saturday
Spiderman ain't here to save you
Imma rob
the kinda nigga that come around when the good times rollin',
And be the first nigga to leave when the weed stop blowin',
Showin' your true identity,
the bedroom, you stand there
Sexy as ever then let down your hair
You can't wait, the pressure builds up to shocks
You're about to be loved by the man Freddie
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