Lyrics:
got the flow that'll make ya say (damn)
Tha Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make ya say (damn)
I've been told that my style is so cold it make your
niggaz
If you don't hang in the air by the name a swizz beats
Told Mannie fresh he the skateboard P
Clay J-G and Just Blaze taking basically I'm talking
to picture
Uplift ya
I gave the soul a poem to skip ta
Still a modern day doc Holliday
Walk away if you wanna stay
Turned an honest page into garbage I
meck dem neva come play with me breda
Watch mi gun likkle thing I fire
Warn dem again again and again
Play with stoner ya a go dead by fire
Whether
And prayin',
And wishin',
That I can't rap,
But I rip all a y'all
In half.
Look at me laugh
Ya hee-haw style.
Ya kick it.
Mmm, I see goodies.
Gimme
I'm in my Taurus I told ya its green like a forest
And on the highway tryn to ignore it
And I
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
these sneakers (holla back)
so you can style all these sneakers (ya follow that)
so you can style all these sneakers (well follow dis)
[Verse 2:]
these sneakers (holla back)
so you can style all these sneakers (ya follow that)
so you can style all these sneakers (well follow dis)
[Verse 2:]
That I will make you come back
Yep, I told you baby (told you)
You know I told you baby (come back)
That I will make you come back
Remember I told ya
dogs style slice of their ear
'Coz I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough
When its obvious they ain't rough enuff, listen
I don't
silk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be downtown swinging, m.o.p. style
Next
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
they ain't never gettin in it
Cause we betta n bigger
N like I told ya we tha number one competitors dealin
Workin our way up to the top n they won't
ganja
But beware of the AK held by HM Thomas
Son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old pyjamas
I said shit ma nigga take another hit
We ran up
[Intro]
C'mon, whassup nigga...
Ride over here on the dope side...
Clockin like a muh'fucka yaknow?
Let loose!
[Daz]
Time goes by, whether ya to'
know why I can't move on because)
No more time to wait, ya I'm losing hope
(No more time to wait, ya I'm losing hope)
You gave up on us but I told you no
that ain’t my style bro
Uh the cameras rolling
Lames online trolling
She heard I’m blowing
Tryna get to knowing
Young Snow
You see the glow
Got it for
Together Oh yeah. It's time to pass out the stripes
Hah Bra
I told you there wasn't no limit
I told ya like I told him
Like I mean what
of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses.
Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of!
And now you do what they told ya
And now
the D stand for, I told her Dior
Now she lookin' for the bag, so I hit ignore
New style, yea I changed the way I changed the way I walk
New style, yea I
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
'm a sponge, knowledge, and wisdom I absorb fast
I'm in a class by myself, you do the math
God gave me style, God gave me grace
God give me style, God give
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