Lyrics:
You know I'm always on my paper chase
Always get my green, always on my lean
Me and Po-yo fixin to pop up on the scene
In a classic seat
Yeah that's
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
Everybody's getting in such a mess
Can smell the sick on that girls dress
DJ drops yet another anthem
90s classic everybody's bouncing
Hands all go up in
At the function with munchies throw the meat on the pit
This a gangsta party faggot no police in this bitch
Blue bandana matching chucks and a flannel
Couple sluts
on by that nigga in gold teeth Benchin' heavyweight, scorin' like Kobe, yeah
I'm a dragon in a bottle, SoBe, If you gon' know me, then know me
Pay me
a fn like Morpheus
Say you want to mix it in of course
She want to ride the g6 like g force
She want to ride and put it in sport
Me and her getting high
get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious
and get by
No peace for the beast we police and shine the light
Culture vanish on the television pimpin' those
On "Cribs" in a home that they never own
by this mind specimen, my Oestrogen
Make the best of men guess again, I'm fresh in wind
Consumed by the date stamp, tramps get amped
'Cause they
you act dramatic
Got a mix up my sleeve call me Mister Magic
It's automatic, Pete Rock and the Hill
Now that's a classic, ya gots to have it
Ashes
a straight up menace
Run up in ya crib there's a safe up in it
New York City y'all ain't safe up in it
Y'all niggas fugaze, my niggas authentic
The game
The president, the Westerner
I'm dressing in some Guess jeans
Pocket buzzing text messages
Left hand roll it, pass me the lighter
Right hand jab job to your
politics in the mix
Blocks busted, Bushwick bullies in the bricks
Smiling while frowning, Brooklyn was really lit
Calm night, New York chill but still serene
to the metal, let it rock (rock)
Bitch, you know we crunk as hell, hittin' donuts in the lot (skrrt)
You ain't get that private message, you can't pull up
don't keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see tupac
got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops bad tony and the ball
image in parchment
Rose into a scroll holding a message for you
It said the only thing for sure is taxes, death, and trouble
The anomaly sworn solemnly
sellin' bottles in the alley
On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey
With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot
Pace 1 dies with
cause you didn't know how to behave
Playin' cowboy now you sleep with the slaves
Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alley
On some villain shit,
the rules
In a tight compromise salute, road-block with troops
Underwater's not to shoot, but they break ya vertebrae with boots
Ten o'clock news flash, 'Bis
to get caught up
By any police
I want to stop them
Then rob them and
Cut them Chop down
All they trees
These nigga turn
Into a virus Ima
Leave them in
My bitch need a brand new bag by the way
You do what you can and i'll be doing my thing
I put that dick up in her belly got her running away
I fuck
planet don't play by the rules
These new artist got me really confused
I got the sauce you can't get a drip
She want my heart all she get is dick
Money
hotel
room in New York City
with half a dozen naked women,
police are investigating sex with minors and drug abuse
Hey Charlie you sick bastard
You
and y'all whole crew soft
My time is money so I went and bought a new watch
I got the juice yo girl sipping on my juice box
Im floating out In outer space
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