Lyrics:
Wish I could reach up and reset that sun
Reverse these wheels go back and re-pick you up
Went by so fast oh so sweet
Make me wanna remake a memory
Here we go
George george george of the jungle watch out for that tree
Or if you're an emcee watch out for me and my man Jazzy
Ahh just hitting it
Wish I could reach up and reset that sun
Reverse these wheels go back and re-pick you up
Went by so fast oh so sweet
Make me wanna remake a memory
AVENGE GEORGE FLOYD
CHORUS:
ALL RIGHT, YO!—IT’S MY JOB TO PROTECT US
WHITE FOLKS—USE YOUR PRIVILEGE AND STEP UP
INSIDE FOLKS—USE YOUR CLOUT
man are OGs
We make paper, grands!
Supporters, big up the fans
The only 'ting they're clapping is hands
Us man are major, got big plans
Us man roll with
Can't even smile with you niggas
My face is stuck
Me and my niggas We move like The Beatles
Too many rumors juss Let it be
Rainy days light up
kill?
No need to pretend 'cause this shit is real
Don't be blinded by the red and blue lights
It's time to ride, it's time to rise up
Pay attention
I SEE THE SIGNS
Music & Lyrics by Gordon Pogoda, Suzie Benson, Alberto Bof & Duke Christian George III
Each time we walk down the street somewhere
Lying in a bedroom
Lighting up a Benson
Face hair is growing so I cut with a vengeance
Hey, did I mention
As she makes an entrance
Said I had
up something but if he's talking trash
You better throw the first punch and whoop his ass
Be somebody, make a name for yourself
Life is hard, you go
up something but if he's talking trash
You better throw the first punch and whoop his ass
Be somebody, make a name for yourself
Life is hard, you go
trying to fuck
(My shit hit like Old School R&B!)
We can play Minnie Riperton
We can turn on George Benson nem
Might rub you down to The Whispers
Might
Lying in a bedroom
Lighting up a Benson
Face hair is growing so I cut with a vengeance
Hey, did I mention
As she makes an entrance
Said I had
Where we gon' start by
Saucin', saucin', saucin' it up
To a little bit of, a little bit of
Saucin', saucin', saucin' it up
To a little bit of George
that dress
Oh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Write a little save-a-hoe speech all these fake-ass hoes
Fake punk-ass bitches
Do you know what i mean?
Fuckin'em up like this, man...
$hort
a Benson's
My rent's on the dip, what's new?
Hit up my first mixtape and you see that back in the day I dodge my rent like a curfew
E46 head to Portland
I
anyway
B's and them H's, tats on faces, Glocks with extendos
Chuckin' up the hood then throw like eighty out that window
The chopper make you limbo
With the electric soul shock, body rock and rolling
Take a David T walk to that corner liquor store
And mama wants a new pack of George Benson
to calm this
Brother from Brooklyn, made to fit a groove
And prepared for the unexpected, to make a move
So put up your girl, and let's see who's in
hook it up and meet King George, 23rd street
straight up A-1 sola, no yola, hella folda
ain't no motherfuckin soda, cook it up like grenola
terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin'
To all, rise and shine, give
what we must just to make our money
And the urgency for the currency
Is concurrently reminding me to please hurry
So the tarps go up and the ropes get
crashing the whip n I flip
Up
Who the fuck up
In a come-up
Thinking that they gonna get a chance to one-up
(Uh)
Slapping a bitch
When he whip out a stick
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