Lyrics:
wit a couple niggas who ride
Look fella
Trees yellin'
Just by the smell you can tell us
Chronic I smoke hella
My pockets want mozzarella
Your
missing you
Damn we missing you
(It's been too long and I'm lost without you)
Now Star is mad I won't grant him a interview
Now he's dissing me cause he
gedisst
Ab heute sind wir Feinde wie
Die Bloods und Crips
G-Funk-Einfluss, C Walk ist ein Muss
Drive-By, es reicht meist zu zielen
Nur ein Schuss von
Übernehmen (Apocalyptic)
Stepp' in die Kabine, baller' Silben in den Beat
Um alle Rekorde der Welt mit einer Single zu brechen
Und by the way 'nen Gruß
When I ride by, I want you to see what I see
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shit's very clear, uh
Pass me a joint, guarantee Imma hit it
Come
Black Mayors, Black Senators
Why you ain't got no Black Editors?
Every time I do an interview in Rolling Stone
They sendin' me a writer that look
shed say
I gotta meet someone for an interview
He's only in town today
Always a little bit overdressed
Much more than I thought he'd be
High heel
Two by two
Comin in two by two
Never been around no guys like us, it says a lot about you
Two by two
Fuck with my two live crew
Tell me everything
Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey
I don't fuck with you
huh)
I'm leaving out at 6 with a dime piece
By 9 o'clock, we on round three
I speak of rain they say I'm crazy like they didn't know
See I'm not crazy
continues the motherfuckin drama continues
Buck brought bomb to ya interview and blew the main
topic
what's up with boot camp clik son?
They ain't knockin
the M-I-crooked
Just to make 'em peep what I'm cookin', I love Mississippi
I put a studio in my partner kitchen
So by the way I'm whippin you would think I'm
I know,
I've read all the articles
seen all the photographs
pictures of you and me in the magazines.
I did all the interviews and not once did I
I'll be you're damn liar
Lets start the interview, I'll be your vampire
I gotta feel ya, bite ya neck to get familiar
And if ya die, guess what? I'll
and talkin in da interview
Cause damn...what you wanna do nigga? (No, no, no...)
Well I suggest you invest in vests and count your blessings
Keep that smith
of us
And he asked me question after question
It felt like a motherfuckin interview session
Then his girl got up, I heard the do' shut
And he was still
huh)
I'm leaving out at 6 with a dime piece
By 9 o'clock, we on round three
I speak of rain they say I'm crazy like they didn't know
See I'm not crazy
with work in my backpack
G's all up in that shit
G's all up in that bitch
Drunk calling me by my government
Running shit, gunning shit, shopping in
[Chorus]
Never thought id see the day when you wasn't by my side.
Listen I was down for you girl put you first in my world
And I thought you were
huh)
I'm leaving out at 6 with a dime piece
By 9 o'clock, we on round three
I speak of rain they say I'm crazy like they didn't know
See I'm not crazy
fake
And as the days go by, you can?t forget
The way I make you feel like shit
Mc?s like you, I?ve seen ?em before
You keep on saying "f**k too
Announcer: (Mitch Mitchell)
Good evening ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to radio station exp. tonight we are
Featuring an interview with a very
(Get freaky)
That money
With the pretty kush taste like honey
By the way shes windin' it on me
My goodness girl you're so freaky, you're so freaky
I'm killin' it, guilty no plea
I'm leaving out at 6 with a dime piece
By 9 o'clock, we on round three
I speak of rain
They say I'm crazy like they
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