Lyrics:
Birds of a feather flock together and you winging it
Man this shit is for the birds and I need a brick
Quick, a 28 by 36
Man this shit is for
line by line
I guess its gotta be around 3.30
cause old Jimmy's always on time
Oh the odour of the ale and the smell of tobacco
The scent of the old
please take your aim at me
Cherish the thought
Of always having you here by my side
Cherish the joy
You keep bringing it into my life
Cherish your
a hand could tear your world down
Before I slammed down the door and
You said I'm just like my old man
Before I put you in those boxes
And we learned how
motherfuckers with an Uzi
I sees three little kids up in the front row
Screaming, "Go," with their 17-year-old uncle
I'm like, "guidance?
Ain't they got
with the schoolhouse bully
By doing that I had a lot of pull G
Cheating on tests making a mess
Cussing like a sailor at recess
It must a been
linked in central, then went Kano doing up moshpit
Who God blessed no man cursed the man den clocked it
they test me, but i bob then weave, and mans not
Give me money and drugs baby I don't need no love
I said drugs
Drugs, drugs
17 Years old I'm just getting lost in drugs
17 Years old and I don't need no
(feat. Young Jeezy, Juelz Santana & others)
[DJ Khaled]
DJ Khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Woo we nikka (listen)
[Young
stuffing turkey
She had her mans was on the way, we had to hurry
Told her I'ma minute man, bae don't worry
Her nigga caught us by surprise, he came early
You slow gassing I'll leave you brain on your Durango
First classmen, old school with the Kangol
Thug passion, that pussy juice like a mango
Hulk
Ah Stogie T
Ey you gon have to settle down man
You got a lot to get through ait
After this man you gon have to decide
You know I draw the line
Make
Master p
I dont care top chair
That the masters seat
Texting that bitch and im texting her man
You onna ceiling cuz bitch you a fan
Im trying to get rich
Mmmmm-mmmmm
I's up this mornin'
Ah, blues walkin' like a man
I's up this mornin'
Ah, blues walkin' like a man
Worried blues
Give me your right hand
be
The world's most elaborate joke
Have you heard the old joke about the musician
Trying to be the next Bob Dylan
All of his hopes for his future
shipe, go by the rule, shipe
Drop everything where you stand nigga,
Give it all up, like a man nigga
You workin with somethin, nigga bring me
Steamboat Willie Bonnie Prince of
All this shit
You're like the king of a certain genre
But even you must want to
Quit like if you hear
A record by Bob Dylan
can get a man to do anything but she's a
Lost little girl
This sexy thing is only 17 and she's a
Lost little girl
I admit I get a lot of love from
Robbing old folks to making a dash
He was only 17, in a mad man's dream
The cops shot him, he survived that, back on the scene
Robbery ain't work so he
can
Forgive me, I'm a fighter
Still I'm just a simple man
All I want is money fuck the fame
I'm a simple man
Mr international player with the passport
and then Tommy and at last was Dan
By then dad's hair was turning white and I had to be my mama's little man
But it seemed that as daddy's back grew weak
My
years old
If the refs get political
Dribble like bob dole am I gettin' lyrical?
Daddy, I think so
Monstar droppin' flavor fluid so drink slow
Yo, God
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