Lyrics:
at Gettysburg
Surrounded by the heavy herb
The crowd is more or less wall to wall here, for the pure
Hip hop, how I'm rockin' got them droppin' they jaw
Another one
Ever since a nigga hit the top (Uh)
Pussy niggas wanna see me in a box (Oh)
They don't love you no more
(They don't love me no more)
(Huh) They
tucked with them huns on me
No ones me, guns on me, bitch these fuzz on me
Baby throw that ass back, tote this gun for me
Shout out to the real bitches
foreign freaks
Is all a nigga want
Uh..
Reality
I'm scrambling
Mind gone rambling
Cotton mouth got me
Spiting fuzz out
Going crazy like a n*gga
Who
Where you were brought up?
Is there a miracle I don't know?
Whatever it is you need to know
You don't have to be lonely no more
No more, no more
ain't gotta let us in
Yo, Papi and I'm banned from the Roxy
Mad shootout's and more fights than Rocky
I hold records N.O. most connected
My died arm
take a tab I don't do fuzz
Like what you hear it might be us (It's facts)
They play me hard I play the cards and I stay feisty
No offense you smell like
lost my life by now but its a couple things that I can't even quit
And I really cant say too much cos I don't know who be listening
Never know what I
that
They say
[Chorus]
They say the good die young,
That's why I think that you should have fun (when your young)
'Cause time won't wait for no
or bad bitch he only fumble
Hit him where his peach fuzz, knock off his stubble
This bih blowing ain't no breeze just watch how he tumble
Stop talking
And you said I'm Obsessive, you worth more I'm less yeah
You said my love's oppressive, well maybe you don't know what love is
What's the point of having
on some next shit, no other that’s going to protest it
Blessed with broad perceptions
See your pretentious and need more attention
Quick call the henchmen,
the homies no more
And maybe it’s me to be blamed
9 to 5 when the block was hot
People shooting ball, others copping rock
We would throw it back, when the cops
queer
I'll stay at home ‘cause I'm the mouse
So high that I can't fly
More deep than space number nine
Can't tell time by telling time
She's
and arrive in biker gear
We don't care if you call the fuzz
By the time they get there we'll be gone with a buzz
Gatecrash, gatecrash
Get yourself ready
of fuzz
Nobody knew Bryan Adams wasn't cool
The TV just told me he was
Always heard the sound get me out of this town
Resonating clear on my head
Thinkin bein stalked by the police
Gettin caught ain't no fuckin feat
Put em in a box like a six piece
In a box like a six piece
Why they gotta
Buzzyburke
Produce by StoopidSick
Holla at ya boy
Stupid Stupid
Flow so dumb it's stupid
Nah I ain't a silent bee
Rolling to the spot
Got like 5
a gonna study war no more
I ain't a gonna study war no more, I ain't a gonna study war no more
Well, I'm gonna put on my long white robe, (Where?) down by
In 1941, a physicist named Ray McEntire
Rediscovered a method first discovered by Carl Munters
An inventor from Sweden, you knew that, right?
the way
Radio fuzz on the fence post by the pasture
Long ago, Liza and you would dance all day
Now you lay buried, the stern and sacred father
the way
Radio fuzz on the fence post by the pasture
Long ago, Liza and you would dance all day
Now you lay buried, the stern and sacred father
All right now, get your ears lowered down to the speakers
So you can understand what I'm talking about
You know it seems like no matter where we go
the Roxy
Mad shootout's and more fights than Rocky
I hold records N.O most connected
My died arm strong, your pass intercepted
Hoes meet me in the motel,
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