Lyrics:
above his fireplace
Hard to hear the angels in a shallow grave
You gotta
Run run Just as fast as you can
I got this cold 12 gauge I'm boogeyman
Defined by
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
I've been #1 for 12 years
How I'm supposed to remain humble wit' it?
Chopper wit' a coolin' can'
I'm in the middle of the jungle wit' it
Long hair don't
York City
It's a special love affair
And there's magic in the air
You gotta shake me down
Bring me 'round to my senses
'Til I'm lost and found
glocks
Wearin' all these colors, like they shop in a Crayola box,
They take shots, so I shoot back
12 gauges, see my verses have the same effect as bible
pussy while he's in it
That fueled misunderstandings
You'll rather see me wild
Hiding behind a .12 gauge while searching through the crowd
Tryna find
Cause you got me curious, you probably look better when your dead
Nine by the spine, (5th in the holst)
Scum bag it's them D-Block boys, daddy kissin'
down low so you can taste it
Yeah Yeah
Big clouds
Loud sounds
12 Rounds
All I smoke is thrax
I roll that shit up by the pound
Yeah I'm all up in ya hood
thing that's so round
Remember all the days you left me by the phone
You love to hesitate, now you are the second place
You must have saw me out
Creepin' on your homicide
Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by,
Boogie Nikke's on a night ride
Thuggin through my thuggish ass hood
ears, seven hunnid for the rings
I'm a black millionaire, fuck what the Forbes say
I'm a cold-ass rapper, I get hotter by the day
And she know I hit it
and dough and dough
From this state to that state
From this cell to that cell, as the world turns)
As the world keeps turnin round and round
It's gon'
got you shakin' it like that
You can dance if you wanna, do it if you wanna
Move it in a circle, bring that thing 'round in the corner
Shake if you
me I see some niggas they creeping outside my window
I'm ready to bang bang bang aim the 12 gauge pump let my lead go
Give it up for the bloody murda
it
When we send shots out the bucket, duckin'
You gon' be all on that
Tough shit then up it
All the opp niggas be rushin', runnin'
Hunnid round dumpin'
It's just another broken dream from a burnt out star
It's you, it's me, fuck it, fuck me
Hard rockin', 12 guage, charge, punch, full of rage
Pay
like a strippa'
Throw that ass round n round make it move just like a spinna
Let me see you shake that twerk that
Let me see you bounce that work that
We here to make the paper, hope you niggas on the same page
You know boy in the hood'll have you running like Ricky from a 12 gauge
You know my
York City
It's a special love affair
And there's magic in the air
You gotta shake me down
Bring me 'round to my senses
'Til I'm lost and found
Swapping dirty blood) Pass it 'round
(You never do what you say) Say what?
(Shine 'til the sun comes up) For now
(You promise that you'll come
Around?) I'll
shakes it off and makes some sort
of humorous remark about the horn to the gallery and they eat it up.
Champion: Let?s get the ball back on the field.
Never take a day off just
Train for when the day come cause
By then it's second nature
Chorus:
Rack back
Tap pap clap dat
Splat splat
Nap
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