Lyrics:
have ancestry in Europe
I suck the sweet syrup dry, bone dry
You don’t know me if you
Hold the microphone at night
Please, just go away
I have
baller, don't cut your ass
Come up out the trunk so fast
why'all will get murdered when the pump go blast
Set this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome,
gripped by the hell that's
slipped to splinters and
got Shiving up the mass of natives and it's league marvels
One component's sure to shock a mass burial,
to the air, son
Hold it, you don’t know shit about my
Life so stay out of it, shit
Isolation tonight
Watch when I shave, I cut my
Face up like a blade,
Visualizing the realism of life and actuality
Various women I'm swimming in like a shark
Hold up, that was the first one
Let me run it back and restart
Young
on up!!!!
Mississippi, get on up!!! Houston, get on up!!! Carolina, get on up!!!
New Orleans, get on up!!! Chicago, get on up!!!
If you ain't
know Chicago we go hard on the D and
This beat by Rashid got me tweaking
And I don’t wanna stop but I am gonna stop
Yo
R-A-W, I bring the trouble
the hassle
See that I’m singing theses notes
How choirs bring heat to the chapel
Nigga I’m baffled
We up forever you been in a capsule
Ass keep shaking like
too cerebral
For mass appeal
There's never been a philosopher named Doug.
Alright hold tight.
Raisin puckers up to kiss the bride
But a rancher has
body sing like the choir
Ain't no mistakin' it, you make me feel comfortable naked
And that's why we ain't gotta fake it
Pull up on you with no
the thrill of it
Graveyards on some Thriller shit, only zombies 'round here; fiends
They need help and they had dreams, but don't nobody give a shit
Yeah,
the flavor
My shit is accented from Chicago
Niggas follow, hold the water bottle
My shit'll keep flowin'
Now I'm showin' this poetry in
Motion like a picture
Theres no new stars
Mountain time
Wont make it home 2nyte
Tryna make the charts
Baby blue carz
Fuck the turnaround time
Dont waste my time
I pulled up
Let me sit this ass
On you
Show you how I feel
Let me take this off
Will you watch me
Yes, mass appeal
Don't take your eyes
Don't take your
Let me sit this ass
On you
Show you how I feel
Let me take this off
Will you watch me
Yes, mass appeal
Don't take your eyes
Don't take your
I gotta a few things to say
I may some lose people over this today
But I don't give a damn it needs to be said
About the b.s. that's happening today
I gotta a few things to say
I may some lose people over this today
But I don't give a damn it needs to be said
About the b.s. that's happening today
hips
Sweetest pleasure
In between those lines
Sweetest pleasure
Hold you by your legs
And kiss you by your hips
Don't go up on me
On me
Don't go up
cause all money is green
Let em see supreme west coast in up-close
And if there's any beef I'll roast and crack you with a golden molson
Bottle, the mass
you, it ain't about that
Ain't about hip-hop, ain't about rap
Take a minute, hold up, wait now, use your cap
Chicago know I'ma snap
Nah, this ain't
I want you
I want you
I day-dream of seeds girl when you pass by
I wonder what the future holds for you and I
I tell my friends favorite tales
Hit the pad then I adjust my view and swing a bat to the plaques just like Cube did
It's best to lose it, cause you don't wan' be caught up in a best
the inforcer'
Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of
An everyday situation where I would stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by
Eazy-E
twice yea
In the city blink
Aye hold up
Tryna give love in the city full of slime
But my homies prolly tryna do me dirty on the side
That's
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