Lyrics:
I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah, fuck it
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket, abraca-fuckin'-dabra
The track is the blood, I'm
yeah the led heavy (uh)
Shorty look good in that bed ready (facts)
Made a few bucks moving medication
Circling blocks like I'm Andretti (wow)
Niggas want
feel high post don't you play me close a dig 'em smack
A get you back and I'll hit with a dose of oaktown power
And charge you by the hour I'm shakin
to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe, kinda down or not
I'm rollin' with tha fool Crunchy and we got them Glocks
Backed up by the .45 and the .38
gonna feed my baby?
And I think I'm goin' crazy 'cause my hair is gettin' thiner
I've been drinkin' on the daily, I can hardly remember
I got, bad
a buck fifty
Here's a token
Ramp is smokin'
I'm no joke and
I leave your face broken
This is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics
me
While I dey think about accomplishment
I'm gonna let life take its course
Let life take it's course
In full harmony
With the Universe
Let life take
The name is Groovy Kush I'm about a thousand bucks
I don't give a fuck, cuz you're out of luck
Groovy Kush! (Groovy Kush!)
You motherfuckin' flying
out yea take my final bow
Would stumble in the dark now it made me
Lost and found and I'm only living unbound
Wading in that water neck was waist deep
know why I do this?
Ima buck 120
Known to keep things bloody
Do you like scary movies?
My name is Billy
I'm told that I got some issues
They say I'm
And still ain't get they bucks up
I'm like wassup, nigga get your bucks up
Time's up, I'm not gonna check up
Fuckin with my dawg, get you wet up
I'm like,
to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe, kinda down or not
I'm rollin' with tha fool Crunchy and we got them Glocks
Backed up by the .45 and the .38
crime
He's now In his prime
Divided by mine
Took to many dimes
Im feeling my sign
You sour like limes
You reading my lines
I had to refine like a million
Ah
Whoa
Oh
Yeah, yeah
Mama had five boys, me, I was the middle child
By the age of thirteen, bitch, I was young and wild
Caught my first
Fetty's gonna rob him
I got a Glock in my 'rari, seventeen shots, no thirty eight by two
I'm like, yea, she's fine
Wonder when she'll be mine
She walk past
continue to make that two bucks change
'Cause I had to make those lames change so I could play in the game
By Dig Dugging their resting places in the dirt
to blow up
Fuck on your baby
She like my navy
I'm in my zone don't show off
So don't you play me
I'm on my fetti
And I'm gonna rage
I'm gonna rage
I'm gonna
attention
Your thirst quenching
From the words
I'm inventing
The first sentient
That the earth's gonna mention
When it comes to this worldwide
Hip-hop
Lay, bring the G-A-G-E
'Cause there's this gang all down the way
We gotta put 'em in check
'Cause that O.G. was talkin' shit
I'm gonna blow his brain
asked me when I'll blow and I told him bro soonish
Can't spell mill without a couple L's ima get it though
And I ain't gonna fail targets yeah they set in
fucking blows up
Til I got money on my walls, I’m talking whole bucks
Til every wine I sip is nothing less than robust
A nigga might be doped up, but so
God damn, elemental styles get exposed
Flows from blow slow ya roll,
Sit back and crash the Mo'
And If I gotta bash the hoe
I'm a back slap her
to take you on a war, rough and rugged route
And if another doubts, I blow your fuckin' mother out
And after she's crossed out, I shout out
"I'm the MC
can't fuck with y'all
(Industry of counterfeits) I can't fuck with y'all
Taking off when you landing
Bitch niggas gonna throw tantrums
And I'm
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