Lyrics:
20kane drop ice water
That was classic no doubt
Was taking Ls in momma kitchen trying figure out
World came thru wit
the microwave
Like a gps reroute
97
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
not the bottle
I keep broads by the (?)
Shape and mold em like waffles
Call em by the palm, get up in they ear like 'Uhh' make a dike wanna turn
Searchin' for the plug, that's the nomad in me
Still the X factor that's the Rohan in me
Reluctantly a role model
That drown in too many gold bottles
then had raw packed in
Rest in peace a few good men, the guards stalk him (Queens in the house)
I pop a bottle, we not promised tomorrow
Showin' love
the skin was tanner
"Fuck The Police!!" jumpin over radio scanners
It was hot in the shade, wet paint all over the canvans
Fuck Vanilla Ice cones, we had
brown
Zone out, turn the lights off
Ant boogie, what up? Uh-huh
In the crib, with my wiz, getting my grown man on
Listening to classic soul, with
too
When police came, the same story was on the screen
Bloody murder, perpetrated, by this one teen
Local school boy, wasn't even 18
Shot up his school
your kids out like a babysitter
I'm a grown man, but I'm young in the mindstate
Live in every borough but New York my tri state
Test me, you nothing
on pancake, while I'm pourin' up the syrup
In the pen-agena, Hillwood represent'a
Home of the rock, inside a broken antenna
Motherfucker
[Verse 4: Coast]
news media, the politically correct and the enemy of the people, who not surprisingly hates the show in general and me in particular, by once again tell
louie bag on your neck
Baby remember before you had shoes
When yo' life was filled with nothing but bad news
See everything I rock and wear is handmade
pop bottles listen listen
My new ho bar tend and pop bottles
I don't trust it if I cum
In her mouth she gotta swallow
A couple twerk vids done got her
everything including the
Möet in the cup brooklyn, New York
(Legend) , pledging allegiance
Clowns that get out of bounds
And don't follow procedures
Ayo, you
he hits the mic like Mix-master
This the Battle of Troy with no Pastor
Slicker than a can of oil with no Castor
Chill in the front of the flight,
to Roll, so I'm taking you back to school days of autumn
Before the bottom dropped out in 2K
By the dawn of the new millennium we saw bright chains
kissing playing
Playing tongue hockey with her tonsils
Know that I rock diamond chains ou
Fuck side chicks only mains ou
I don't even care what the police
and so blind, yeah (so blind)
Said I had dyslexia, couldn't read all them contracts, yeah
Now the truth in this message, is I'm a broke ass legend
you confused yo
But you know
Bread men get flipped when they lose dough
It's cool yo
My new hoe pop bottles, pop bottles
Listen listen
My new hoe bar
Surrounding in family of addicts
Bottle after bottle, and it's tragic
So neglectful and impulsive
Tryna say my mama had caused this
Bitch nigga yo mama is
trippin' with Kutty and Jay Rock
Bad Flames, Feature Presentation, Raw and UnKutt
All of 'em undeniable classics like who they come from
Most talked
legacy sexting the police
In an emergency
Toss your phone into the sea
Turn on its GPS
That's how we'll reconnect
Self contained under water breathing
Our legacy sexting the police
In an emergency
Toss your phone into the sea
Turn on its GPS
That's how we'll reconnect
Self contained under water
rock the boat
I said...
Yeah I'm from the Burgh
So you know, the flow immaculate
We believe in miracles
Our faith is not by accident
Life is often
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