Lyrics:
Shoutin out the homies, as I breeze by
I'm on Cloud 9, and I ain't even high
(yeah, yeah) Told my shorty I'll be
Back and I ain't even lie
(yeah, yeah) Them
at the dock of the bay
Wating for the snow to roll in, split end
It's Kokane a k
A the black hopper
Surrounded by the black teamsters
With triple beamers
Cause
Trak, Clipse, Malice, come on
Wanna know the time? Better clock us
Niggas bite the style from the shoes to the watches
We cloud hoppers, tailored
HAVE YOU HEARD THE SONG WHACK BY XENO
The sample is kinda quiet in the beginning
Lemme play it?
Its motherfuckin xeno time
Show that song to my
Johnny was a drinker drinkin´ everything he found
Jokin´ and shoutin´ -Everybody needs a new round
Last night he could barely stand up ´round last
your bluff
And when it comes to rhymes (Brick City)
Yo, don't scandalize mine
I spent too much time
Straight talk with the catch to etch my line
like it when you looking good
Hate it when you shining through the neighborhood
Brand new ride, niggas know the time
Hoes cut they eyes, we call them
get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper
Into the rhyme
Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself
Checkin it out
I got my cup filled up
We came to have a good time
So turn my music high we gonna tear this place up
Warn the neighbors it's a party, so go tell
time I see he's actin' like a bitch
So let's get it straight I smoke the competition
Breakin' down fools in my muthafuckin' mission
One by one
go by khosmo on the beat
The whole team you know err body eat
We gon get the chip then next year we repeat
I ain’t takin no L’s no defeat
Especially if
the scenes and the cities pass by
And seeing you drifts across my mind
Chasin' thoughts in the time between us
Like a cloud of smoke down a country mile
time broke down body and mind
And some time when I don't see a rain cloud floatin' by Lord I just feel like dyin'
My pa used to tell me when I was a boy
your time (yeah)
Speak your mind (listen)
Ever since I first stepped up
They thought I wasn't good enough, no
They told me that I'd only last one
Professional henchmen with yellow hoppers up under they belt
Broccolis up under they belt
A gang of silent murder beefs up under they belt
"Forty, there go
Where the sun beats down
On the bakin ground.
To find sweet release
In endless sleep.
Endless sleep.
When you're hanging by a thread,
Drop it
Ace and Action
Steady Pace by my side
The name of this one here is Together
This is goin' out to all those who some day reach that fork
Trak, Clipse, Malice, come on
Wanna know the time? Better clock us
Niggas bite the style from the shoes to the watches
We cloud hoppers, tailored
it's a Nubian Jam and everything's real
It's time to blow up the spot, anything you was in, you're through the roof
All the jams we done been
sayin'? You know you my nigga, kid
I'ma always come through for you, baby
Yo man, you gotta understand, this shit is real though, man
All the time, word
sayin'? You know you my nigga, kid
I'ma always come through for you, baby
Yo man, you gotta understand, this shit is real though, man
All the time, word
The bottom got the funk
We got the funk
I'm high as the wind so I blow minds
Curb hanger and hopper at the oracle of hipster
Just like Black Caesar my depths
nikisoma GHC nikajua hii ni by far
The best time in history to make my mark
Kujitenga na the average to be set apart
So watch me fly, clear the runway, call
makin' a dime
Let's go get some good rockin' times
As long as she's by my side
You count me in for the ride
She's shoutin' out
Rock boys! Rock!
Plug it
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