Lyrics:
grown, for me to crush the Walkman
Gang lover supporter, of any sort, when I'm New York
Rollin' for dolo, the Willie Bobo gotta go, bro
Word to JoMo,
grown, for me to crush the Walkman
Gang lover supporter, of any sort, when I'm New York
Rollin' for dolo, the Willie Bobo gotta go, bro
Word to JoMo,
rollin', trying see where he sleep
It's three AM at my phone at home, I got this chop ready to creep
They told me, hold on, everything gon' be alright
I'm
don’t need no friend, cause he know friends will turn on him
Him
Loneliness inside me, no one is behind me
Rollin with the high beam, hoping it will guide
Smokin on that Dro
Rollin by the Ozee oh
Oh
Yea
Rollin up that smoke
Smoke
Smokin on this Dro
Dro
Keeps me HIGH
But it keeps me low
Keeps me HIGH
already bonin
In a room with two girls who was yellin and moanin
And that left me, Fish, T, Cruz and Joe
Me and Cruz got hooked up so we looked up
keeps calling me
And I'ma live to tell the story.
[Meadow superstar
That is what you are
Coming from a farm
Reaching with your arm
Come away
Scotty)
Doe taught me some shit I
Shadow box with the tit's
I'mma speak on this to the ones that be shy
If you ain't down with the rules
You can ride, ride,
the next nigga
To step get deleted by death undefeated
Ain't no thang to put that body to rest
Chest filled with smoke yokin' niggas up
By
a river to the ocean let the wave just pass you by
Catch the drift and take me with I'll get you up into the sky
Like an eagle catch me flyin out the corner
off like Hulk Hogan (Hogan)
Psycho Leezy gets the crowd jumpin' (jumpin')
Gets the blood flowin' hearts pumpin' (pumpin')
Ayo you can't fuck with me
Brooklyn
Born and bred Brooklyn, USA
They call me Adam Yauch, but I'm MCA
Well like a lemon to a lime
A lime to a lemon
I sip the def ale with all the fly
to deal with
Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless
While the tears is rollin' down your cheeks
Ya steady hopin' things don't all down this
Feel the heat from our gunfire, when you see us coming
Their your niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunning
Don't fuck with a legit
See, back in the day when we used to play
You wanted to be with me (that's right)
And now that it's so right and natural
Want that man that I can see
gritty. And ride till the rims fall off this kind of shiz they knokin
wall to wall. Rollin up by henisee and killer weed they killing me my
mental seed is
with a crown
Full ice in my brown
Simmer down
I'll clown ya dude
Rollin up a pliffy like I'm bound to do
Top down with my baby boo
Don't give a fuck
What
five with your energy, from rollin' I ain't goin' without
What keeps me attracted to you, for me it's your energy and vibe
What keeps me attracted
Yo Fiend, what up man? (Yo, yo)
You rollin' with these Legit Ballaz right? (Whomp)
Alright, well check it out
Won't you tell these motherfuckers
even who I pulled up with
Tell me what did I miss
What did I miss
Was it a kiss
Rollin up spliffs and taking the hits
Off of my shits and takin a risk
how much for a hundred of them, he told me to throw him sixty
Rollin' with a thirty, shoot thirteen and leave your ass shitty
I'm on one-eight blocks,
a couple homies with me
Man, forget about it
From dawn to dusk to run with us
You must bust, cuss and fuss, now
Wow, how now thou that nigga bow down
Black ski masking don't fuck with the law
We rollin up pounds and it making a sound
By my neck I am bound I cannot make it out
All I want is a crown so I
these clowns move
I be rollin' by myself and making plans too
Most the time you can catch me with a real woman
'Cause I been curving these hoes like I'm
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