Lyrics:
so come on
Let's get blown
Let's get blown
(Come on baby, let's get blown)
Now you can fly the friendly skies
With the S-N double O-P, D-O
O-P D-O, mothafuckin' double G
The coldest entertainer, gangbanger since Alphonz Capone (say that then)
Count money like Basie, police tryna chase me
was a DJ
Two, one, yep, three
S-N double O-P, D-O double G
I can't fake it, just break it, and when I take it
See I specialize in making all
so come on
Let's get blown
Let's get blown
(Come on baby, let's get blown)
Now you can fly the friendly skies
With the S-N double O-P, D-O
come in, straight up
P.O.'s, all those niggas, salute me
They, listen man, straight up and down
Five boroughs and all that, I owns that, I owns that
cope with you
Don't cope at all
So let's leave it all to the chef
Please send my regrets
In case I forget
To P.O. Box "Nobody Home"
So Sylvia
the state of my soul
P.O.D. and Suicidal that's how we roll (that's how we roll)
Never silent, always something to say
It's in our blood, California
Ah-yo, play it again Polo
Here's a fellow, sayin hello, Polo, mellow
P-O-L-O, shake em like Jell-o
Sonny you're funny like Johnny Carson
So I'm
Radio, TV, and even the press
That was the meanin of V-A-P-O-R-S
The meanin' of this word without no doubt
Means nobody wanna be down when you're
got the funk
HB got the funk
Little P.O's haven't got the funk
Beneficient got the funk
Actual Facts haven't got the funk
Soul Foods got the funk
K.B.
Stop it
Slightly overweight girls need sex also
Send your note and desires
Means of contact P.O. Box 8941
Baby you have been along
I'll read
bond!
Jam Master J, Big L
Big Lee, Flamboyant for life
Aaliyah, Mad Mark
Boogie down Bronx
P. O., Left Eye
[Guru]
The emotions that one goes
ticket to-o ri-i-ide
Go-o
Let’s hit da flo-or
Gimme some mo-ore
If U wanna be my V.I.P.
So-o
Don’t make it slo-ow
Bring on a sho-ow
If U wanna be my V.I.P.
Não queiras estar nem perto de onde eu vim
Rés do chão a dar p'ra o
Lado oposto ao do jardim
Não vou vender nem um conto do que eu sei
Tudo o que
rub, massage you relax
Baby its like P-o-P-I-m-p, olgy
But obviously, Joe don't want to be a player no mo'
So what I really want to know is
Can I
the P-H-O-E-N-I-X
Yo! Seven X-Sinner Iguanas in the midst flesh issues
And set this spiritual death wish. Forget this
One of us goin' die
Resist the devil he
You don't want! No!
Îmi târăsc bocancii grei prin nisip și praf
Amuzat, distrat ca Băsescu prin Iraq
Cu ochii în patru p-un perete am desenat
O pulă și
Playing sounds on Avenue A
So much drama in the NYC
Hard being P-O Popa Chubby
So hard being used
White boy had to sing them blues
Transition was my
Love, flyin through the sky live a dub
Stay above, H-O-E to the S-N-double-O-P, D-O-double-G
That's the number one spot like a ball
From the-the-doc
Eu canto p'ra despertar, p'ro mundo fluir
Meu canto é p'ra inspirar e reacender
O dia clareou, o dia é p'ra viver
O dia é p'ra despertar e reaprender
muita humildade principio de lealdade herança familiar
no seu castelo de madeira tinha uma rainha que smepre deu o sangue p te educar
pouca oportunidade p
'bout time I pulled up
I had to switch the phones I sent him home got dead opps in my lungs (bitch)
I'm just smoking P-A-B-L-O
(P-A-B-L-O)
Catch a goofy
too crazy (uh-uh-uh)
He do a walk up (uh-uh-uh)
And my P.O. on my ass (uh-uh-uh)
Don't call my phone, do pop ups (uh-uh, man, what?)
I bring my gun
home
All these drugs that I'm on from depression got me on
P.O. threaten me one on one, just wanna be left alone
They tryna say Top wrong, they tryna
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