Lyrics:
mind
How much it cost
You must give me chop
And i no mind no mind no mind
If i fall in love
If i fall in love uhn
Jen poke
Babe o ma kawo e soke
Ibadi e
told y’all I was d o p e/ no more h u m b l e/ I’m beatin muhfuckas wit a b a t/ n throwin them in the trash b a s k e t/ n settin the shit on f i r e
return of post.
P.T.O.:
No-one likes a debtor,
so it's better if my orders are obeyed!"
FIRMIN/ANDRE
Who would have the gall to send this?
Someone with
to the beat ya'll
It's the o b e
The o the n e
Yes the man that you think of
And when I step inside the place to be
All the ladies fall in love
preach
Little shorties want to be down like Brandy when they hear me speak
The be double O-T-L-E-G-T-H-E-are-A-P
see-A-P-O-N-E-D-A-why-T-O-N-A-V-E
I'm a H-I-P H-O-P H-E-A-D, been since one-nine-eight-three
Are to the A-P-P-I-N
Eighty-four was the year I picked up the pen
At the same time
The Little D-A double-D why
The S-H-A-N-E, yes it's me
You better believe there's no comp and I'm certain
So if you try to battle me, then it's cur-tains
ain't easy son
But I break up rock/Roc like DipSet and M-Easy son
I'm a b L double O D
Hardest nigga since S N double O P
And all this beef got blood
F R 3 before the E
Boy I'm back at it again
Aye I'm free n fly forever
All I do is play to win
Look I'm fully motivated
A lot of rappers full of shit
Squeezin' like Freddie Foxx, and his two glocks
Rocks don't impress niggas who speak to God
We get jams to make a tuna melt
Held down by the B.E.P, we
first bootleg was Boyz 'N The Hood
Whoever thought gangsta rap would make noise in the hood?
When the cars ride by with the boomin' system
Two door
a legion of doom cramped up in the womb
And started teething the day I heard a beat
Let's eat
Yeah, Top Dawg E-N T
And it's 187 on a muthafuckin' beat
Yeah,
a thang concealed
A-B-C-D ain’t he doper than E, L-M-N-O don’t you play with a P
Homicidal in the Stu with a brew I be Cookin’ up dope throwing cumin into
streets
A few weeks back I robbed a nigga for a ki
Kickin it on the block, slingin' d to o-p-e
Yo, runnin' from the five-o, you think this shit is
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
my P.O. I need some M-O
N-E-Y so I can get high and kick in this nigga's door
It's four in the morning I'm on a mission peep
The best time to catch
Love and have a seed never crossed d o m e
She don’t owe me, shit don’t even know me Kept a lotta baggage to myself UDB Loki / Lowkey
S da it girl,
p.e.o.p.l.e
Journey with me to a galaxy that's gotta be
Far away
Aye
Baby we gon make it there
Start today
Hey
Let me make it clear
Togethers dont last forever
chill now you punch
Larceny? All I see is a bunch of new punks
I'd have you lyin' to ya mother
Bringin' money e'ry day nigga
You ain't even have to pay
and swapped for 'em
They were sleepin', I made 'em stop snorin'
Made 'em break out the popcorn
Now I've been hip hop in its tip-top form
Since N.W.A. was
Now I've been hip hop in its tip-top form
Since N.W.A. was blarin' through my car windows
Leaning on the horn, screamin', "Fuck the police" like cop
the O.A.T
I'm timeless no A.P
What you rap is C.A.P
On a beat I E.A.T
Them drugs I downhill ski
He cool but he ain't me
Prhyme
Now I'm O.F.F. that scheme
Sike
I'm a fuckin SOB
P L O T constantly
My melody rock to sleep
Intelligent as I b (be)
I C (see), supplying the ID
IE, for example I'd F your GF put it UP
the head I nick named her vicious
D-O-P-E in swishers
Got bitches by the sisters
I love all my brothers we fuck baby mothers
But due to the fact that
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