Lyrics:
Guess that makes two, me and you
By the way, my name's Jones
Hey, I know a place, it's not far from here
That's my dented red Chevy out front
You
As I open up on the mic, this shit therapy
You should really beware of me
I'm Powa Tripp, none of you rappers can reverse my polarity
On my Indie in
dick hard as a rock
Hoes block to block, so what's up with the cock?
I gotta get it goin on till I reach my peak
With a late night freak everyday
much time goes by, I'ma shoot my best shot and see if it goes through
Extend my arm, flick my wrist and release with perfect form
Then the predator goes
the fence
Assed out in the open, while you was hoping that Xzibit was second rate
But I refuse to make just another record in the crate
I think not, got
shit they didn't like
Ridin marble white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
I'm talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes
rise at ten thirty
And reach Kempton park around three
I stand by the rail, when a horse is for sale
And you ought to see Wooton watch me
I lean
That's all I hear is moms prayin, I keep hearin grams sayin
"Somebody oughta just reach out and, help me"
I'm in love with two women
The one that
The firing party he bravely did face
Then the order rang out, "Present arms
Fire!"
James Connolly fell into a ready made grave
The black flag was hoisted
gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.O.P. eatin some breakfast and some yams
My partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin crib
I just dumped out
the wrong tune make me
Pull out them instruments
I put a nigga under good car when I fire ten
Fucking with my bass I get it
Drumming with a nine then
Get ate
Another blurry render in my viewfinder
A new kind of bird who's ever out of reach for a wildlifer
Armed with a camera I quickly snipe
Creatures
ain't a freestyle
This a 8 style, you'll think DigDat did it
Take man out, under arm lift it
Rip that ticket, hit that wicket
Have a drink, kick back
going on in my life?
'Bout a 100 days 100 nights
Went left now I'm getting shit right
My number outta reach outta sight
I just move forward I don't gotta
arms out
I'm really not that hard to reach
You ever tried just calling me?
You ever feel like youre stalling and stalling
Cause the truth is a bit too
welcomed with open arms when I knock
So wicked with tracks I drop
Stay bubblin' hard like my pops
Was once lost
But found now thanks to power of Jah
Yes I
With outstretched arms
And open hands
I reach up and take my billionth second chance
So here it is
Second chance number billion and one
What am I gonna
make a movie with it just to get my point across,
Dog hand cuffin' god damn join the force,
Mommy, come join the boss,
Stick your tongue out
arms, I stretch, but I can't reach
A far cry from it, or it's in my grasp, but as
Soon as I grab, squeeze
I lose my grip like the flying trapeze
Into
the rose aura
Dual wield psalms, like arms
My
Arms, like Guanyin
Hundred-type, ascending
In combat, my alms, be, Samurai Jack, just
Jacking for beats, I
Coochie-cooing my chin
The bird shuffling its little talons left, then right
While the leaves bristled
Against the plaster wall, two of them drifting
Onto my
There's two of em now that's just sleuthing out the end of the gate
And with the armor plating and tech weaponry that they're boasting
Best bet at fencing
stuck in two minds in my reaction
'Cause my pride and my ego turned giant like James Dean
I'm a mess right, and if that catty doesn't fuck me
that
When I pull me out a cartridge
I bank shots
Wettin' up your white tank top
While my nigga Bugz is stickin' up
Your nearest gang spot
Just another
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