Lyrics:
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
the sunshine
And the girls all get so tanned
I dig a French bikini on Hawaiian island
Dolls by a palm tree in the sand
I been all around this great big
niggas and sea shells mix
I pierce my dick and sword right through you pelvics
I'm hell stricken bomb, wrapped in trees of palm
Physical existence is
palm, fly out to Milan
I sleep on a plane, we landing right in the Bahamas, come on
Now how happy I've been? Prayin' God for my sins
I'm gonna succeed
and a motherfuckin' fifth
Is you wit me locc?
What's mine is yours and what's yours is mines
When I'm in Houston you be treatin' me fine
I scoop you up in
got a bag of tricks
Terrified, I must admit
No chance in hell that I will submit
Keep looking over my shoulder
Reach the end of the palms when I'm sober
the Waffle House and met a bitch from England
I just left out west and they in love with a nigga English
Gelato 33, I hit it once now I can't breathe
She been
I'm out my sorrow, Kilimanjaro
Put it in the palm like Walt Whitman
Short flow with a tall rhythm
Got balls, so I ball with 'em, splish, all
like Cucamonga, I'm way out
And you know I got the flow that'll never play out
I was raised in Cali just like a palm tree
I rock the mic from London
mind stay core raw
Fill of ambiants, love fine carats and cars that launch
Nonchalaunt, usually there are Jimmies up in the palms
Play low style,
in the city still high
Everybody from the area together so we ride
2170, all the boys let it go
'Cause we live by the code
Yeah, I grew up, I'm
in West Palm but never learned how to coast
I'm always pushing full speed I'm always doing the most
I'm trying to be rap's GOAT
I'm trying to milk this
my rule
I used to chase them then I got tired
Had to quit all that running
I'm kicking back I let them come in
She do a trick she never punt it
than, just the weekend, yuh
Tell me if you’re down for the vibe West side that’s a life I’m tryna abide by
Philly boy actin silly Virginia nighttime
getting chewed by some Nemo's
I'm blowin' weed smoke, livin' on a speed boat
Music in my engine, that's the only way the dream floats
So I'm gon' be
Givin up that west love
Got them bitches shakin they ass, all in the club
Now some call us the players, others call us the pimps
So on the level lets
you
Midnight dancin', no romancin', oh
Summer love ain't for you
In your arms is my broken heart
We never got a sunrise
Under palm trees by
[Talib Kweli]
In the beginnin', God created man in his own image
I'm 'bout to tell you how the story gon' finish
Kweli handle his business niggas don't
be squinting
Truly how I'm lookin when they point out competition
I remember when I ain't had no to pot to piss in
Now I got the ocean right outside
the private switch
It was pop stars and hotshots
Hot Rods and fast cars
Transformin' we gon' roll out
Hoodie on, I'm watchu talkin' bout
Heart in the south but
And start shit, it's the ghetto manifesto
That's what I'm talking about
Make me scream and shout
East, West, North, and South
Gonna turn this party out
Hey,
I conflict with those who are tricked by the gimmick market and can't think
with logic. Logics are in the distance so I'm makin a pop hit hip hop is
kill trick
Better watch these hoes, talking bout these niggas
but y'all don't know that these pussies got triggers,
getting niggas killed in my hood like
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