Lyrics:
What?
You say what?
The president did what?
Ah man, that's hey, that's all good baby
He got rid of the player haters too?
Ah man, we need
was stupid I got off track
cause about that point everything went black
the next thing I remember is a head ache nagging
I woke up face down in the back
P-I-M-P (now, shorty)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry,
venting stresses
Keep this good thing we have going
It's been forever since I seen you
Felt compelled to come drop by
A nice surprise like Charlie Chaplin
The Penguinos
This life is serious enough I wanna play
I don’t got time to contemplate bullshit all day
I got some good things and some good
Looking at the book you handle
Here's a little thing I know about it if you want to dabble in reanimation of the dead
I put them into battle
That'll be
little thing, I got wearier
And now I can't relax, cause my brain sees doing nothing as wrong
It took me four fucking months to write the lyrics for this
little thing throw a fit big scene
Little kid listening don't make the mistakes I did
Don't date a girl with the first name T
You'll see what I mean
Keep
backs like King acts
Over Organized tracks full of facts
So you know that it's D.E.E.P
You want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked
Listen, regarding you music and your playing, can you give me a little
background on when you started and how you started and how this
happened
Recognition, upload, no permission employed
Fax gang, flawless tracks, man bass booms, snares crack
Bring the rat-at-tat-tan madman, act bad, catch me with
That was stupid I got off track
'Cause about that point everything went black
The next thing I remember is a head ache nagging
I woke up face down
That was stupid I got off track
'Cause about that point everything went black
The next thing I remember is a head ache nagging
I woke up face down
tryna bring trouble your way?
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (Yup)
Just study a tape of N.W.A
One day I was walking by with a Walkman on
When
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
But nobody does this here quite like me
Now let me tell a little something 'bout me
Pops tags, things fresh to death like me
Who pulls more whips out
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
and stash
They catch your track by the tail and smack they head on the nail
Factoring the jam made by Timbaland givin' fans something
Bumpin' (bumpin')
Does it make blue things white, or make white things blue?
(His blue things are white, and his white things are blue)
My Fastback has Wide-Track
after I'm back
As a call-back from that bushwack homo
He would sue me if I verbally attack him
On this track
I bet he has no good comebacks like K-Boyd
Yeah
It's a mood day
We feeling too good a feeling to shake
Not gone in three like a toupee
All I wanna do is hear you say
I do my thing, do it my
the fucking one little thing that's always pointed out
By one of my close friends like Johnny Bix we were jamming to a track
And he goes points out this little
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy
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