Lyrics:
Jack Nick.
More rapid than the Celtics these Lakers they came
He screamed like a mad man and called them by name:
“Now Magic, now Worthy, now Scott,
gotta make movies
Bright lights attracted bad bitches
And attracted to mad niggas
Whoever thought lil' ol' Meek Milly'd pass Jigga?
I'm just
your mob rocked and what-not
We keep it poppin' like a drug spot
The streets know what's hot, trust me
Even my hood call me Baby Malcolm X
With
chose PC & I don’t doubt it
My name come with perks like my name GOTIT
Let them guns play tag, and let’s see who not it
Free at last
Free at last
Thank
Wakin' up on the hills right by Runyon yeah
Smokin' on that gas, smell like FUNYUN yeah
Like I'm a private chef, cook for money yeah
Hey white
Mr. Mosby (Yah)
Show you the way like Obi-wan Kenobi (Yah)
Then retire an make movies like Kobe (Yah, Yah)
You should quit I'm not even gone hold you
The sound is repeat red
Sounds like a broken record
A scratched CD
Claim that I'm outdated
I don't know these streets
That's saying Birdman never sold a key
I'm feeling to light this tree
You scope for CHP
Nothing stop the function
Not even freeway speeds
Hotbox the HiAce
We don't need AC
Crack
At the college think we in a study mode
When I'm thinking it's not good to overload
That blonde hair real natural
Wait a minute looks like I got a line
I should
Believe me when I tell you I be bangin them plaques
Believe me when I tell you I don't mess with no rats
Believe me when I tell you boo I like that there
I'ma hang you by your feet
Happy Halloween, do not fall asleep You'll see me in your dreams
Happy Halloween, do not fall asleep These movies paint
My verbals and graphic grammar
My verbal murder stretch from
Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet
Niggas crumble like
shootin' stars, they ride round wit me
Most aim for goals, the others for movies
In a strange world, betrayed on the floor
Mind to the stars, got me shottin'
rushin'
To pay the weekly rent and the groceries psych I still live with my parents
But I'm not the flexin' type you don't see me in jewellery drippin' like
not
Be thankful for the things they've got
There is nothing you can name
That is anything like a dame
There are no books like a dame
And nothing
not
Be thankful for the things they've got
There is nothing you can name
That is anything like a dame
There are no books like a dame
And nothing
on dates, the movies, meet me by the lake
Arcades, anime, I can do this like everyday
Bowling, thrifting, or catch a sunset
Skate parks, and theme parks,
watch and chain?
Kick back, lil' nigga, and watch the game
Get your mob rocked and what not
We keep it poppin', like a drug spot
The streets know what's
Patrick Swayze
I just wanna rock shoutout KC
Bitch is toxic yes she laced me
Damn that shit amazed me
Feels like I've been going crazy
Shoes untied but I'm
do on the movies
Be clapping her cheeks in the back of the movies
I got me a bitch thick like Cocaine Lorraine
Be eating her cake while she gimme brain
Peter probably been the hardest thing I've done (Okay)
Still got throwaways in file from 2020 bitch
Niggas talking big like they swear they not my son (Oh
to come visit
We have movies in our small chapel here put on by Saratoga Presbytyrian church every Friday night at 6:00 pm Free movies and popcorn, Movies
watching 'Home Movies'
The TV show not actual movies
Relating the characters to people we know in real life and
I can't help but feel like that
That's
I woke up on the wrong bed this morning
I better not wake her when I leave
My head is still aching
My body’s still shaking
Shaking like a willow tree
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