Lyrics:
Every corner a display of our life
A life I assume will never be the same again. No signs, no clues
A game that I will question until the end. Where
Up in the bleachers in the penthouse, fronting
Stove burning a half a bird, you laker out, the legs is burning
We eating escovich, green pea soup,
rock that fisherman hat like Gorden's
I hose down the place
No shots to the face
Elite Special force no religion style faith
The meltin' pot boil
I surf out spots and I bail after they knock
Socially disorder like, whites blacks and Puerto Rocks
In your lab with toast and oven mittens
America's nightmare
Young, black and just don't give a fuck
I just wanna get high and live it up
So fuck a 9 to 5 and whitey tryin' to slave us (fuck them)
America's nightmare
Young, black and just don't give a fuck
I just wanna get high and live it up
So fuck a 9 to 5 and whitey tryin' to slave us (fuck them)
still in be in awe
By the new black czars
Kings Queens And finer things
Little kids in the 'hood
That can rhyme and sing
They take it, but they don't it
Lyrically I stake and bake ya, you can see I get that paper
Wear jet black like Darth Vader, hopping out on playa haters
It's in my n-n-nature, never been
for yeah
For a rock and roll soul and
Just flipping it halfway around who
Would have thought that
Probably the least expensive item
In here added
I put on my clothes like a body guard
I put the dogs on patrol in my own back yard
I don't wanna fight but I'm constantly ready
And I don't rock
doll I know you
Will feel it huh? Get up on the floor start movin' some
Body parts that got brothers actin' dumb
And they be actin' dumb from the cut
sayin' that's not right
But she the jazziest and that's what I'ma take home tonight
A me say, I know a little girl by the name of Suzy
She look so
in the streets that shawty give lots of head
Good hot my mouth too, have you jumpin' up out the bed
And plus shawty rock baguettes, chickens wanna
I'm on a Russ Parr thus far, to us stars
This is just us rock, use a nigga guts for the guitars (Put it on)
They getting bodied by an old nigga
Tell
whip
We had that thang thang in the back
For any nigga talkin' funny he could see the strap
And I’m tryna not kill another nigga if he black
But I just
spinning sphere that's a rock
All the white folks mad because my music ain't pop
Put my middle finger up you see the mask and the cross
Broke as fuck you get
Wooo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin' in this motherfucker
Y'all better be swift with that punch button Jack
Biggie, Biggie
I know how it
Offset
J
Go hard
As if you were a
Rock upon a mountain
Spit your truth with
Liquid flow to
Imitate a fountain
A wellspring of knowledge
Lord knows
to rock, her moms was a Quaker
Now what does that make her? The evil money taker?
The crazy move faker, I used that to break her
Phife is in the house
vocabulary and science, and an uneasy
alliance
Let's toast the bread like a plugged up appliance (I'll drink to that!)
Remy on the rocks, the real estated
Ya I might rock shit pop shit I carry a mopstick
You aint talkin weed or money you aint talking profit
Heard that you a pussy get the fuck outta
Take in a movie and sit in the rear
I might be in the studio hard at work
Making hype tracks that sell by the stacks
When it gets dark, I chill with
all-black backpack (Bow)
Let me take em' back to where the cash at
(Cash At)
380 in that all-black backpack (Bow)
Let me take em' back to where the cash
to see
Just how many people would say "Yes" to Day
Nobody, fam, nobody, fam
That's why I'm ahead to day
No, no body fam, that's why I'm a head today
No,
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