Lyrics:
I said a hip hop,
Hippie to the hippie,
The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it
To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie,
Well it's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up
And stashed behind
subtraction
Lip, stick and admit wit mo' satisfaction
And all the while my beats can pile up
More data than X-File shows all added up
The educated nigga from
Stacked up twenty storeys high
Well the boys in every bar
They will not miss you when you go
So steal the watch right off my wrist
Oh and shake me by
created
While sorrows pile up around you
Ugly, useless and over-inflated"
At which she turned her head away
Great tears leaping from her eyes
I could
down the back of my isle
Land in my bamboo pile
Dipped my paws into the waves
Then I grab some sugar canes
Watching the clouds passing by
Call me
Trying to get them big face hundreds
In bundles of hundreds by the pile
And piles by the hundreds
For this road to success shit
I'll run a hundred miles
the Loot Pack crew
Funky like Con-Funk-Shun, more style than Stylistics
I got mo' beats than Magic's got assists so
Raise up off me, or get snatched by
the Loot Pack crew
Funky like Con-Funk-Shun, more style than Stylistics
I got mo' beats than Magic's got assists so
Raise up off me, or get snatched by
your glass down, or end up in the trunk
You wonder when my dope styles sound kind of varied
The Pictionary, man with my backpack, I'll Carey
Mariah
Banks told me, "Cuz, go 'head switch the style up
If niggas hate, then let 'em hate, then watch the money pile up"
Or we can go upside your head with
reaching out for ecstasy forever
While the bodies pile up face down
On the beach
You hang by the sign that says
Swimming so high
Don't ever forget we're
kites, makin' wishes
Fuck around and get mad on the strength of con-ju-gal vi-sits
Flip the weight pile, hit my fee-vee
Keep my shank close by me when
yeah
Ran up the money they left yeah
Ran up the money they left yeah
Percocet make a nigga teeth grit
Dog tied up on the leash by the fence yeah
And I
I be so high I be smokin on a pile o weed
N I won't stop til my pockets on a salary
Tell me why the fuck
These pussy niggas mad me
I'm a king up in
to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie, to the bang-bang boogie
Let's rock, you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock
Well, so far you've heard
time I go out ima show out yeah I show out
(1x)
Know we got the money by the Pile
Carots doing numbers in the dial
I'm flexing on yo bitch it's going
time I go out ima show out yeah I show out
(1x)
Know we got the money by the Pile
Carots doing numbers in the dial
I'm flexing on yo bitch it's going
Maybe even wine with a steak on a plate with a pile of potatoes cooked right by my mom.
Stayin' up late never setting my alarm.
I don't need to wake for
the animal industry on that Ja Rule shit Murder Inc
I'm racking it in building up stacks dive in a pile of leaves
I take what the wind provide me blowing trees
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
what the hell is this?
No time to soak in the moment, throwing stones and cannabis
Wrapped up in a rubber ball, they getting blocked by ten foot tall
It's knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind
raise
sometimes the young is slain
To the kids in the p.j.'s black babies
brought up in this world where it's wild and crazy child of the Nile
future
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