Lyrics:
head rest
Rolling on blades, chopping up blocks
Rolley, bezeltine, baguettes filled with rocks
Two Glocks, what did you expect
Six hundred Benz, ten
your elevator go up? (Nope) You ain't rap too tight
Right, you can tell me, G-H to O-S-T
Two hundred Bees'll get you killed by coke head Skeet
This is
the hustle
Wey dey come by
I say big up all my brothers wey dey live life
Wey dey hustle and dey bussle, not to run dry
I say big up all my brother wey
I am human not barcode
I'm not that big lie that you thought of me
I have a name and destiny
Colors and choice of faith become
Reasons to wreck
hands in the air, westside's in the place
Word up, I got the formula, I'm mixing up the brew
Take the 40 to the head now what you gonna do
Deuce tre is
make big bucks servin' up punk ducks
By the pound, I got the sound
I never been checked, I only get wrecked
I kick the willy drag, let my pants sag
Don't
Cause your girlfriend's got a big mouth
And I hear you'll be headed down south
By way of the High Desert Flyway
And I'll fly with you for a while, old
get together
Big Renegade big GradeA on the beat man
Dare a nigga to pull up
(Glee)
the fabric
I watch the scene unfold
A machine's wreck lies by a body
Skin embeds cheap cotton seats
Clipboard shudders
Pen jots
"No recall required (Yet)"
But
is I never see it hit the checks
Uncle Sam steady upping his percent
Been investing in my city but my city still a wreck
Feel me falling by
together
But actions cast us apart
Taxing taxing taxing
Oozing talent
Family magic
Bet we active
Planning on winning
And do it by sining
I see it I
there problems I'm dealin' with mine
I I I done gave up my narcotic, I'm a changed man!
[Verse 1: Rapper Big Pooh]
Yo, how many ways can I say I'm
away these blues
I can do a lot of things
But let me tell you girl
I can't make it by myself, in this great big world
The price I pay for loving
to myself, Elizabeth, how are you going to keep your head above water? How are you going to survive? How are you going to get out of this mess?
The only skill
perfect ready to wreck any
Boot camps the best host from east to west coast
Far from fool make moves like spies in trench coats
Like this, like that, I'm
Twitter fingers that stay brown reclusive
Birds eye view from my balcony highest point reached by man where I live
I'm at lost and found with a keyboard
king of the south (uh huh)
Well I'm the the motherfucking prince of the city
(you already know)(Santana)
And when the king and the prince get together
(uh-uh)
Put one in his motherfuckin' noggin (boom)
I just went Valentino to the floor by the ropes (by the ropes)
We belong together (yeah)
I'm in
drop it, cop cat
Get it, stay on it, don't stop cat
In the big chair wit the big hat screamin' "Y'all wanna floss wit us?"
Where the fuck you at? From
You just don't know what you do to me
(Bad Boy) uh, uh
Give me all the chicken heads
From Pasadena to Medina (Uh)
Bet Big get in between you
(Haha)
Yeah, fall in line
To fall back, Big L's technique
Pun's grammar
Before the roof went in the trunk
The ragtops sat back behind the head
Just like
reality and dreaming, scheming
Get deleted by my team when you least expect it
Flip the script then I wreck shit
Caught you by surprise, now recognize
uh yo uh yo
Aye yo, I'm old school like Rick Ruler, sick jewels to big buddah
Lift dudes wit the six shooter luger
That means bring it back, NY
caught bobbin' on the head
Of a Baby named Chris, I missed a kid who caught wreck when sayin'
(Afrika and I when Sammy B's on the set)
Runnin' through
.jpg/200px-Poster_for_The_Nervous_Wreck_(1926).jpg "The Nervous Wreck")
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