Lyrics:
time and I declare
I'll run my fingers through her hair
I run these streets like marathon
You can't touch me like Hammer, gone
Good to go, good to go
mowers
Say dutch time, roll up it's clutch time
And I burn mine, don't you ever ever touch mine
Fire it up dog, but watch out for 5-0
Eyes low from plenty
give them all the good times that I’ve missed
Now I know I’m not loved by everyone, yeah I’ve got some issues
But I want it all to end well, ‘cause when
pretty, but so petty
Fuck that, never reach out
And touch my curls
More time goes by
I'm in the fourth grade
Lost a good friend
Car swerved into the wrong
don’t talk unless
She calling bout the sex
Asked me if I’m by myself
She sent a thread with beaucoup neks
Say she tired of faking fucking
All you do is
Give me the bread from the clout
I need a beach by my house
I can't run with a cat or a mouse
I'm stingy with a dab and a pounce
Back talk always come
the pace and I kept up studio time no fess up
Could've been dropped on a block pushing stalks in a sentra
G told me from the top leave the glocks
Cause
It'll make you beat on the street
Until we cracked the concrete
And feel the Earth again
Two knights distracted by pawns
A chess board is how see these
good
One more time for God's chosen ones that's been all alone
I know you're somewhere out there trying your best
And trying your best to find someplace
She's the kind of woman that I need
The type to roll it up
Yeah, my baby bring the weed
Plus she look good in them jeans
Don't let her pass you by
Don't
Well, the good times hide
And so do I
Out of my control
I dig a hole
I'm gonna let the bad times roll
I'm gonna let the bad times roll
If
Well, the good times hide
And so do I
Out of my control
I dig a hole
I'm gonna let the bad times roll
I'm gonna let the bad times roll
If that's
the
Hey good-lookin' country gal
Hey good-lookin' country gal
Hey good-lookin' country gal
Hey pretty mama, let the good times roll
'Cause this ole
this shit Chocolate Tye will finish
[Chocolate Tye:]
Yo yo the lyrical dentist the menace
Fuck up more by the minute
Leave the scene grinnin'
Plus fire ass shit (yeah, yeah)
A good weed that will make me choke
(all the time)
Hey Mr weedman (you can call me that baby)
I got that green
I got
Holy means separate and this is separation time
Your relation to what's good is like a medic to medical
So if I have good must give credit where credits
'Cause a king don't quit even when he loses his queen
Got my rooks knights and bishops to keep pulling the strings
Got the hooks I write to live up for
Gods timing, I went this way by mistake
Sun shining on His son
How thankful for this day
You passed my way
Wait, you dropped something
Wait, don't
time I blow up)
Now go and roll up the Swisher
But don't drink all my liquor
You know it's all good my nigga
Give me one second, I'll pose for your
you a good dude you getting what you came fo
It's just me and you and looking like a private show
I don't play
When I tell you that I'm in it, then I'm
cube
Got the booger too
I made a move and my mooga grew
Now around the world they screamin' "Rome
No one as good as you"
Who woulda knew I'd go from
Low,
the fam, stay lit, story of my life
I'm a big timer hitta see the way I ride by
Let's just have a good time, the best time
Try and keep our heads high,
yeah issa Crazy P hit
Now roll yourself a jay and take a hit or two
And smoke by yourself or with your boo
Or pass it round to the homies cuz its puff
lines
Out in Sacramento waisting studio time
Smokin on blunts
And kickin ova tables
The biggest of the checks
Come from robbin the labels
Cross brand
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