Lyrics:
came from that basement now look at this view
Making this money, blowing it all
Fuck what you did, just show me results
Yo I'm a 635, dip or fly
came from that basement now look at this view
Making this money, blowing it all
Fuck what you did, just show me results
Yo I'm a 635, dip or fly
karats each lobe (by the pair)
Private life, private jets 'round the globe (private life)
Hit a bitch, hit a lick with the 'cho (hey)
Walk it like I
Now here's a little story - I've got to tell
About three bad brothers - you know so well
It started way back in history
With Adrock, M.C.A.,
I hit him up body bag, zip him up
'til the coroner pick him up
You the victim but just admit it, I'm dope
Bitch I'm the GOAT
Now spit that stupid shit
it's something u can't magnify
She keep asking where we going
We gone be there in a minute
I'm a top notch player you can tell by my demeanor
They open
Calhoun to Rudisill
Bust a left at the light, on OLD MILL
Veer to the right, now I'm back at Foster Park
With a Beastie Boy tape flowin, like blood through
just like now shit, you know, that shit now"
"I'm talkin' now be, damn bitch hang up, I'll kick your ass bitch"
Yo yo yo
Yo yo yo
Beastie Boys rock
braggin' on the shit
That you hadto a nigga that got it now
You outta bounds, livin' off ya man name
Like you popped a Ruger
Knowin' damn well you Ben
is on bloopers
Beastie Boys in the place up in the space
So renovate or evacuate
You better think twice before you start flossing
I been in your
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
tabernacle, churches
Yeah (Hit-Boy)
Look, I can't even chill I get active, overdoin' everythin' my best and worst habit
Shit be impossible 'til it happens,
til Brooklyn, another beastie boy
And she just can't stop looking, she like it raw
Real spitter and all and that's the word of mouth
And let her sit
fakin', no mistakin', we be makin' hip hop
So come on everybody, get down, yeah
Now it's a spot check, hit the deck, count down
'Cause I'ma break it
Boys ??? ???Paul Revere???
- ???Now here???s a little story I got to tell/About three bad brothers you know so well/It started way back in history/With
woozy
(Inside boy, yeah)
'Til we get woozy
(Inside boy, yeah)
'Til we get woozy
(Woo)
Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it 'til we get woozy
(Inside boy
millionaire look at my Rolie (Rolex) girl
Drop to your knees top ya hair, ah ah slow me girl
Now hit it strong, won't be long, now catch it slowly girl
No he
How you talking hard
When I'm known for the killings
My niggas want cash and you niggas in your feelings ye
I wanna stack my money till it fucken hit
I'ma tell you the truth, it don't matter how you feel
First class but my shirt Coach
Never bougie, I ain't scared to hit the road
Straight up out
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
him
There goes the guy with the funky sound
The Beastie Boys you know we come to get down
Because I've got the flow where I grab my dick
And say oh
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