Lyrics:
the day with little Lay and all the Bones, we got to scrappin'
For pay, sometimes I miss when we were kids is all
Now since ninety-five back when Eazy died
Just Dance
RedOne konvict
Gaga (Oh oh, eh)
I've had a little bit too much, much
(Oh, oh, oh oh)
All of the people start to rush
(Start to rush by
It's your boy, little Dumpster Fire, here to make a mockery
Entertaining your momma with philosophical quandary
She's on the jock and honestly
I'm sippin' water out the Voss
Got lean all in my fuckin' Sprite
Turnin' up on fuckin' sight
Mr. Kenny Powers 'bout to
Take your girlfriend home
to church (no, no)
I admit it, admit it (I)
I admit it, I did it (I)
I admit it, I did (I)
I admit it, I did, did it
I admit I got so many flaws
little passes
at me she pat me close that's when she got bold
she started feeling up my back I said oh your hands are cold
we went to her bedroom thinking
I’m running to the light but I’m held back by demons
Yeah I’m a little nuts but I don’t give a fuck
You can say what you want
I still don’t give a fuck
and do it all illegal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in a regal
Uhh it feel good to ya baby bubba
You see this is for the g's and the ki's
can tell by the IQ
See a lotta things you cannot see with your eye view
But it's like my iris got a different colour 'cause eye blue (I blew)
And I
to her I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute" I said: "Yes, I know, but...
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends
anybody
Squashing lemons who's got time for it? Ain't nobody
We all wanna live a dream
Reach the Pinnacle, Be seen
Stacks on the bank
Diving in them paper
need to be free
I can pay for everything that's on you
So everything is on me
Got them girls gone Cindy Lauper, Gaga and a little Blondie
If you
rebellious
To the fraud niggas, I lost niggas when I got paper
It's like more money I made they got faker
And it's crazy when your best friend turn into
With what the young generation's doin'
And I'm like, "Yo, man, you really just got to do this shit", like
Worryin' about or tryna figure out what
a Black Beama'
but my dream is to own a fly casino
like Bugsy Segal, and do it all illegal
and get scooped up, by the little homie in a Regal
Uhh it
Most time I’m in the crib
Mommy telling me how I’m lazy
Good work ethic but her shit type crazy
On Sanchez
Saturday mornings she tryna slave me
“Let
a black Beamer
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal
It feel
up, check it
I said I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990 ah
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, like MPC Akai
Who I name William
and do it all illegal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in a regal
Uhh it feel good to ya baby bubba
You see this is for the g's and the ki's
Uh uh uh
I thank god on the daily cause I'm living right now
Life gets a little crazy but I get by some how
I'm flyin' high and I don't ever wanna come
this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to fight
We can
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
It's easy
I got time to get high I got time to get by.
It's easy
We got time for mistakes we got time to retry
It's easy
So live fast and die
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