Lyrics:
All my old school teachers wanna
Beg friend with Joseph
I get dough, bread, Hovis
Me and my paper stick together
Like Sticha and Otis
Girl Better
like I'm tryna get my rocks off
The pretty girl's ugliest friend couldn't cockblock
Glock-load, I give 'em both barrels like lockstock
Now it's on top
to rock
Closed up my door up and murked you on the job
Gettin' money like back in the days
Niggaz get like shower posse in a spectacular drug games
Slayin'
rock this
Sikk kamakazi
Young John Goddard
Oh my gosh
I'm a god
Pay your honors
Woke up in the morning
Had to get a new view
Pulled apart the curtains
rock this
Sikk kamakazi
Young John Goddard
Oh my gosh
I'm a god
Pay your honors
Woke up in the morning
Had to get a new view
Pulled apart the curtains
#CHORUS
Yeah I heard they was dissing, didn’t notice it
Told his bitch to get over here scorpion
No I can not be tripping bout older shit
Gotta
again, you had enough? Say when
I am the man with the six-pack of Heineken
I get tipsy
But never in your life try to dis me
'cause I don't battle
waste time
I'm from the state line where niggas get
They cake like a baked pie
It's the city where the blocks is burnin
Rocks and burners
The shit that
thing
If you cross me once, no going back
I done lost so much homies I'm losing track
As we get older, time flies by fast
So ima live every moment like
nigga, watch I get to it
CUI, nigga, mean the chopper under influence
Now watch how I limp to the bank
Dreads hangin' under my A hat
If I got sucked by
disposable
My urges for revenge are uncontrollable
I know we're gettin' older though
Yeah
But I gotta get a nigga back for that, It's non-negotiable
It's
12
Suckas be all in my mix
Cuz I be up in their gal
Don't know how to rewrite spell
I can add and count skrill
I can sell a rocks to a cliff
I can
in your clique, I'm bawlin' wit'cha trick
Golden rocks fallin' off my neck and wrists
When I breeze by, you be groovin' in the midst
Of my cycle,
only G
(Snoop)
It's Snoop, homies from the motherfuckin get-go
Devoted and quotin, back in '84
I was thirteen, G was a year older
But I still wadn't
desire
Just your presence by my side gets me inspired
Im still kicking out flames i aint even got a lighter
Im lookin down the road i see us both getting
explicit in the meaning, it livid
I ain't scared of no critic, no
You just gonna cook up a bigger chip, no skillet
Yall dress like a pilgrim, I get the rock
As we get older
Where is the fire
Get a little higher
Crumble under pressure
Forced to remeasure
The ideals of humanity
As I lose my sanity
Fast lane
dreaming lucid
I'm sorry the older i get the more i Act a nuissance
It's in my genes i can't control it my Sub conscious is lit
My name's about to ring some
I got nothin' to lose, payin' dues, nigga you wanna die?
I get high and then my mission is a walk-by
You'd better jet when I hit your set 'cause I
gangster movies with big guns
And mix up jealousy when I get love
Ghosts on my girl's lips every time I kiss them
Still know it doesn't mean shit to get my
'm burring the match
Lighting up the gat
Making shit mix and match with a batch by getting my brick house semi detached
Much like Michael in contrast, I
cowards to get them to the top
Just to fall asleep listening to bach?
The ribbon in the sky is the ribbon that I drop
Dribbling the eye across the prism
hear fingers counting money
Prezy out my wrist, rock my fist I need diamonds on it
Life get deep as shit, shit I might as well live in the moment
I been
fucking satisfaction
I been high all day smoking by myself
Cuz I ain't wanna pass it
All this for my satisfaction
They couldn't even get a fraction
Had
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