Lyrics:
before they throw it out
Typical, I guess the clouds came back for me
Couldn't run from the spell that's been cast on me
Last time I got surrounded by
3000 Andre ain't all strays
No trades knock your brains like ya lunch tray
Brave drive by parades set barricades
Don't want my wage close to my age
Nina
a zan till the pain go numb
Heart beating like a beating drum
Been humble from birth since day one
Make money and we chilling high
One day yeah I know
Sing unto God
Sing praises
Extol him that rideth pon the heavens by his name
What his name?
Jah!
Ride Natty ride, ah
Ride Natty ride
We riding, aye!
me you know where I'll be
I'll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun
Feeling like a someone
I'll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun
What you see lieutenant, are the remains of a noble house
Relics, ghosts of a past glory
Allow me to show you something
We use art to spread His name
Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can
you feel like an idol
Yeah, I won't ever catch me on idle
And I'm gon' get it
I command every move, I'm the main lieutenant
Don't you forget it
Always
the day like a vacation chasing
Fun, sun, and money then its back to the basement
Feels good taking it back to the basics
Like when I was hungry run around
Hot Damn, when the white hit the pen it
Twist and it tumbles, it
Flips and it fumbles, I
Mix it like gumbo, I
Pitch it so suttle, I
Keep hustle so
the gun die by the gun
It go bang see the flame
Shine bright like the sun
Better stay away
You either go and get it done
Or be the one gettin done
Live by
a nice guy
I really like to get high
Get my kicks delivering riffs
C’mon and dance and wiggle your hips
Hot rivets
I’m a creature of the night time
a pig, better get your man,
Don't gotta see it twice, he lieutenant dan
You on the go, and i'm I coming witchu
Just take my hand, help me understand
around here
You gon' have to earn a pass
Nigga bitch
Niggas lurkin' cups of snakes
In he grass
Nigga days ain't certain
Cryin' like
It's your last
Nigga
the hot
I'm a flow from the soul when you can't hold me back
Ke-ke-keep on keep on rolling the track
I'm a simply simply always attach
Jeepney Music by
the hot
I'm a flow from the soul when you can't hold me back
Ke-ke-keep on keep on rolling the track
I'm a simply simply always attach
Jeepney Music by
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
Bluetooth
If he wanna play, leave that nigga red, just like YouTube
Family first, but it don't go by blood
Where was you when I was down in the mud
Said I
Matching hair, matching clothes and eyes
Kinda like a tiger in heat
Red hot in black
Red hot in black
Revolution running through her veins
A radical
Can't give it to ya
So damn hot baby
You know what I got
Ooooo
I gave it to you one time darling that's all you need
oh baby made the sun shine, then
Spray the money out the money gun
Heat to hot it feel like the sun
Don’t Play No Jokes Ain’t No Pun
I will always be number one
Don’t play no games
Watching the fires burn
As the sun is eclipsed by the long red stain
People cling hopelessly to a shrill sounding voice
Carrying news from a far flung war
that night her hot
Humpy performance of "Anaconda" was part of
A medley, and it was followed by a quick
Costume change that didn't quite reach
Everyday I’m riding around
And the sun’s getting hot
The sun’s getting hot
Burned a town to the ground
With only a magnifying glass
All of them scurrying
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