Lyrics:
splitting inches off a ruler
To be judged by, file pressing consider my style, metric
That means stop biting my shit
That means start writing your shit
Yeah
Eastside all mine (park this motherfucker anywhere, man)
Just like every time (I don't wanna hear that shit)
(La música de Harry Fraud)
through your hood with me in your deck
Cause your correct way to get your groove on FLOMPS
And I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid
Fucked around
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
Ryders roll (what?)
When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up
Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up
Stash the 'dro in my sock then
On the turntable sound like tornadoes
My style is performed like tropical storms
Your not to get on the whole spot will get torn
I keep the metropolitan hollering
shadow work to bring the lightness
raised by the borough how you questionin our guidance
tight grips on push bikes pedallin the night strip
rappin
Had at least ten or more callin damn near three or four
Minutes apart pull up and park when them cluckers hit the phone
My first day on the block swear
I've seen many shine, but none like you
Hand cover eyes girl you're too bright to be
Walking around like you do
How you keep talking it down tell me
a blouse
Kick styles by the piles, as I leave a trail for miles
Skins when I please, hit from here to Tel Aviv
I'm gettin G's, no more time for the line
never once pretended
I don't wanna hit another reset in my settings
To this park and to that park is just a different setting
Throw the dice or flip
And alyda was smiling by his side
Alyda was smiling by his side
I've never been invited to sit in style at
The mansions of the mayors of the land
But when im
I'm a turn it up
And turn it out
No turnin down
I'm about that action
Let's get Jumping
Yeah action packing
Fuck around
And make police
Shut it down
mastiff
I guess they're once bitten, twice shy
In the beginning
They were smitten by the nice guy
Until he got'em for the sliced rye
Now they want him
style
Across the street I heard a vicious hollar
Two people murdered for under less than a hundred dollars
I heard the cops been actin' a fool around
Bogard, who ridin' Marvin?
No duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin'
But we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers
You stick around and watch my
No duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin'
But we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers
You stick around and watch my money lay ya
And I know
to Pharma or 'Mount
Can't forget my Eg's kickin' up in Danforth, mark it
X the Golden Mile, 'round like Wexford Park it
See we all got a drive here like it's
I never tossed around the bed all night
'Till I met you
Now in the morning on my workbound ride
And all the time, I look for you
My thoughts roll by
it's my fault, Doc shock with volts
Until deaf mutes can talk, cripple kids can walk
My style will show guns what it is to spark
It'll clear the park
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
occupation
For me
I don't mind being by myself
If there's no one else around
It's the last good time in town
Well, I could stand up straight, get a real
nigga
park it
Gotta get rich cause I don't got another option
Yo lil bitch a fiend and I'm the fucking Oxy Cotin
Yo bitch love my style, my whole flow,
baby, drivin' you crazy
Put my style
(Put your style)
Monkey charm
(Monkey charm)
I can make you jump around and drive you wild
(Drive you wild)
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