Lyrics:
hatin' to elevate
Must let off my frustrations from all the playa hation
But it's keepin' my strong, and yes I do
Jesus, ride right by my side through
for kicks
Imma play some tricks
Like pretending I don't recognize the microphone
Fans you don't adjust
Mixing in with the dust
And be adding all
it in Cleveland
Hey
It's the Fat Al
And I'm from the slab
First nigga put 28's on the jag
20's on the Lac
24's on the cuddy
Pull up in
mail you workin' wit
an where ya hide them kicks
but I ain't trippin off you trick, I'd rather spark me a spliff
the white widow wit
please tell me what to say
'Cause I'm too afraid to say anything
Tell me what to say
And I'll get by, I'll get by
Friday night's the time for fun
So kick
cold-hearted
Leave them in the dust, I don't even think about it
Kick em to the curb like I already forgot you
Get out of my life, bitch, fuck you
I don't need
wonder 's
Funkay
I live Brooklyn like year 24 for sure
Sul c-notes in my tennis skirt(?)
And the kick hurts so good that I gotta sorta accents for this
like dust
Chicks want to slurp?
Ya guaranteed I'm a make 'em burp
Just push your teeth to the curve
And hum a word
Some nerve, cats think they can
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by
The police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
stomp on her camel toe, damn
Girl what the deal, though
Put up them dildos, fuck with a real one
Fuck 'til the sun come, we can still chill
Though
Kick
won't last
So just hop out the battle
Retreat for your saddle
It's too many of us, we kick plenty of dust
Skulls melt from the heat from the microphone
hundred
I kick the door down, if I want it and niggas won't let me in (uh)
My career in a nutshell, these bums never did nothin' but fail
They gon' see
to ashes, dust to dust
The suckers try to win, let the games begin
Meet me, Ant Banks, Kenny Wayne and the mac-10's
We were born to die any god damn way
fist
And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust
And drink the King's health in the morning"
"For a soldier he leads a very fine life
And he
to dust
maybe that's what needs to happen
to bring the armies of earth
together as one
we would be unstoppable
we would kick some serious martian ass
but
in slums and thoughts that's oh
Instinct to hustle-divided by the struggle
Plus a couple of scuffle's and up to high shuffle
Even when it sound
gonna kick some dust
Don't two plus two it or three plus three it
Four by four and to a place that's scenic
Heat it up like some hot ham hocks cooking
my sweetheart's never met
Wet teeth, shining eyes, glimmering by a fire
Let's drive out to where dust devils are made
By dancing ghosts as they
ignorin' the medicinal herbals
So we in your ass like you was Richard Gere or we was gerbils
You get stepped on like crack vials by ghetto children, plus
Try to stop me -- ashes to ashes, dust to dust
The suckers try to win, let the games begin
Meet me, Ant Banks, Kenny Wayne and the mac-10's
We were
What's the story, Mr. Blue?
Did she pull the rug from under you?
Did she chop your dreams up two by two
And kick them out the door?
I could
What's the story, Mr. Blue?
Did she pull the rug from under you?
Did she chop your dreams up two by two
And kick them out the door?
I could
these gloves
a vilag szép az ég kék unless you come from the dust
a világom megváltozott europaba we leveled up
from the bus hustle till we drive
kicks
My daughter got 'em
Got dollars to make your mom strip
The Fed's on me now every Monday the car switch
Thousand dollar stash
Hit the AC, but
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