Lyrics:
go from la to the bay and then back
Cause I'm very much missing my bae
Hair on my dick and my face and I shave it with mace
And erase it
Flow into
right?
What you thought, there wasn't gonna be no retaliation?
Ha, ha, ha
You gotta be kiddin'!
You call my name four times on a record?
gotta beat the snow (bool)
I'm being chased by a yeti
Goin' home for some din-din (what's he gonna eat?)
Eatin' sketti
Yes, yes, yes, yes
I'm doing my
straight up outa no where
That shit hurt em bad
Like they pullin' out some nose hairs!
My name is in ya mouth but I don't care!
Cause all the hate ya doing
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
the battlefield to the booth
Real veterans, real music only
This is the World War Cypher
You get that?
Shaggy!
Ding ding im in the ring, no guarantee im gonna
pullin' up
Double plated windows on the Bentley truck, we rollin' up
Guns go off, that man just hit the tummy tuck, he rollin' up (Bow, Bow)
I'm double
an homicide
While my heart still beating damn I'm Still alive
like that nigga tommy
Boy My life is like a comic
I could Give a fuck about the Comments
Imma turn
lonely?
From a place and a time, that y'all forgot
But you wanna remember me cause my man got shot
Life is hard, so I gotta be strong
I gotta keep it right
down lady
I didn't come for you
He said I was in the neighborhood
I got old Bob that lived next door to you
That man had been sick a long time
He said
dope it might come out brown
Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town
But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game
And tell ya
It's clogged, man, clogged, the sink's clogged
I'm gonna wash her off my hands and the sink is clogged
Please don't be, it's you I need, cause you're
I’m done I get up out it
Me I’m native, American royalty
So she feel obligated to spoil me
Man that’s kush in my peace pipe
Shorty lucky ‘cus I’m not
Steady tryina fuck me
Ratchet nigga, no dry cleaners, don't wash that, it's brand new
Got problem homies, got grip niggas
And my ocean view straight water
a glide in my stride that's second to none
I'm a lone rangin', one-man committee
Ridin' the train right through the Quad Cities
No time to stop, risin'
to fight on my card
I give the type of choppin' that should be barred
I'm gonna shoot beyond the stars, you try and disregard
My shit is hard!
right?
What you thought, there wasn't gonna be no retaliation?
Ha, ha, ha
You gotta be kiddin'!
You call my name four times on a record?
to my face, right?
What you thought, there wasn't gonna be no retaliation?
Ha, ha, ha
You gotta be kiddin'!
You call my name four times on a record?
at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9
I hear 'em crying, "You gon' sell out?" Ya damn right!
I
And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOM
Young toon, yea that's what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cross, trying to keep the reaper off me
I
they come a dime a dozen
"When I say dozen, you know what I'm talkin' about, boy"
Yeah, that's right, I'm the Egg Man, driving around
King
they come a dime a dozen
"When I say dozen, you know what I'm talkin' about, boy"
Yeah, that's right, I'm the Egg Man, driving around
King
I don't really wanna start a fight right now
That's kung pow chicken get fried right now
Please don't call m, I aint salami
I'm bill Crosby, I'm also
I'm as ghetto as it gets, girl, you know that's right
I ain't got nothin' to hide, baby, I'll tell you my secrets
'Fore you end up being 'round long
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