Lyrics:
it up
It's all part the plan I
Over stood understand
Money keep coming in
I keep on thumbing through it
And when we fuxk
I put my
Okay
Bitch you don't
(Gucci)
I hit a birthday party fresh, you and ya homeboy Tip
I know y'all seen me over there with that black four-fifth
I bought a Bentley Mulsanne, it
(Gucci)
I hit a birthday party fresh, you and ya homeboy Tip
I know y'all seen me over there with that black four-fifth
I bought a Bentley Mulsanne, it
for one super close up
The band gets interrupted by an artsy scene
Changing place no we don't
Now we're filmed from above
Brass and sunset
Three girls
launched upon the tide and all the townsfolk cheered,
A brass band played but not a word of omens they had feared,
But before the afternoon was out,
concepts, new tools, new weapons
By analyzing the past, Sage can project into the future
I used to think that rappers had it figured out
Brass Monkey,
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
Everybody! Look at this madness
Decide how to handle the sadness
Rioters form to a brass combo
Jamming on the Bands riffing
Jaxx steps back and turns up
9000 my 9000 bands
Over 9000 my 9000 bands
Over 9000 my 9000 bands
Your girl be on dicks, I guess she wants a man
Over 9000 my 9000 bands
Keep it
Mona re tshela thupa, ke molao
Now now don't be coming around my vicinity star struck still stuttering
We all about handing business
We don't have time
Shine up the brass on the door
Alert the dust pail and broom
If it all goes as planned our time may be at hand any day now
Open the shutters and let in
there when you're gone
Now I'll tip over that kiosk in the mall
As the sunset falls into tomorrow
Today we're feeling like gold, five hundred thousand
black to tan, heavy-metal rhythm from a one man band
Bust my knuckles in a junkyard scuffle
Whippin' adversaries with a brass belt buckle
Born in
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
been a part of that throughout the years
I'd like to send peace out to all my homeboys that kept it real
And love to all my niggas that have died out
a diaper n' he hangs it on a stick
Over his back n' goes headin' on down by the pierside.
He gettin' on down by the pierside,
His manager's down there
It's just I'm gettin' heated by the way things is
Who says racism ain't the same biz?
It's a joke what the man calls "rehabilitation"
Keepin' all
wanna say
"BAOW" and get ya crew amped up
Cause now-a days a "BAOW" is really all
It take for the gas to start
I've mastered arts
I say I'm the devil in
people start
I thought people
Would want
To be with me
Or sleep with me
If I was in a band
Or something like that
And for years now
Though
I think
It's
a part of that throughout the years
I'd like to send peace out to all my homeboys that kept it real
And love to all my niggas that have died out here
In
the Superdome
Chicken, wash it down with Abita, Rally Chicken, while we're spinning Big Freedia
And Rebirth Brass Band and Neville brothers and Ying Yang twins
the superdome
Chicken, wash it down with Abita
Rally chicken, while we're spinning Big Freedia
And Rebirth Brass Band and Neville brothers
And Ying Yang twins,
shove, they could, whoosh fall in love
Ah, Cherie, won't it all be top-drawer?
I'll wear lipstick and rouge and I won't be so huge
Why, I'll easily fit
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