Lyrics:
one you can take for dummy
European and Asian money
I sit back like, ain't it funny
I came up broke, saving money
Now this shit a game, I play with
get caught ina jam (jam)
But if you say you want smoke
Them I’m hitting da gas (gas)
Spin in yo section
Put dat iron on yo ass (Grrrrrow)
Glock wit
fine, hard to look in your eyes
With a big ol' booty, it's yo ass fault (ass fault)
Told a nigga I know your kind
If you came on my side, woulda robbed
take this ride, make you feel it
Inside your belly, if it's tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you
take this ride, make you feel it
Inside your belly, if it's tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you
back to back uh
Never take a L that's a fact uh
If I take it I make it back uh
If I take it I make it back uh uh
This bitch really stupid
She think that
the chance
Louis belt and this motherfucker
Came from France
Good piece hit for higher than yo Snap score
You was just acting tough
What you moving back for?
If it's possible I'll step in your obstacles
[Chorus]
Oh shit you better watch out for this
Revenge so sweet that you might want to flip
Ride
The walk's by faith
The lone wolf dies
How am I gonna follow you
With blue man ears
And snow blind eyes?
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
folks, came up, in these L.A. streets
I knock and I bump, like 8:15's
They lock, brothers up, for eight fifteens
Defari is a method of truth
If you wanna
won't jam if you got straight butter
Couple niggas in the hood
Call me Twenny Eight Carter
’Cause Twenny Eight fathered half
Of you niggas but on the low
Yeah I know my names Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub
I came to holla at some big booty bitches
And listen to the speakers thump, where
they ain't on shit
Get killed on the set
Pushing you off if you still on the fence
Come from the gutta was raised by another and then I found out my
by the name of Gas
These brothers made you get loose
They was down with a brother called Cousin Bruce
They used to jam in the center
You had to pay
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
was recording the album:
Cherry Bomb! The album!
I had a show New Year's 2015
And I haven't came out with music in a while
Damn, finally, you gonna
pickin' me and Mariah wasn't pickin' you
So the cannons is blam-blammin' and if it jam then I unjam it
And wipe down my stripper pole with the hair grease
shoulda let her into my house”
Only one way to know how far is just far enough
You gotta go a little bit too far, and then back up
Back up and hope
by the name of Gas
These brothers made you get loose
They was down with a brother called Cousin Bruce
They used to jam in the center
You had to pay
What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough
If you will, to be saved, not in a religious sense, but not
you fully understand?
Fully automatic with the jams and they don't jam
At the shows I'm 'bout to start handin' out programs
'Cause y'all need to get
My goodness, my gracious, shell told a beat us with the fat blue racist
Hand full of aces, trumped up dumb trunk white wall paces
Drink till you
on a station that pays,
if you want the hits, the whole hits,
and nothing but the hits... on your FM dial, keep it right here,
baby.
Modern Talking! 'Cheri
flossin' her
I'll still be awesome, bruh, we off of you
Baby ‘bout her dollars (oh yeah)
Said she bust it open for her father
(oh yeah, oh yeah)
She came
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