Lyrics:
one night Mrs. Stacey went off the job
When she felt someone grab her whole face and said not to talk
But Stacey knew it was Bob and said knock it
one night Mrs. Stacey went off the job
When she felt someone grab her whole face and said not to talk
But Stacey knew it was Bob and said knock it
She got a glock in her purse
Bad lil bitch put my dick up her skirt
She want my D, I'ma Mav bitch like Dirk
And my dogs Yeah them niggas go berserk
Attached, im silent
I'm shootin that shit im violent,
Roll it up now, I smoke this grass,
Drive by and I'm shootin yo ass,
She be a treesha so I call her
'm Boo-Boo the fool
I see how you move, you try to play it cool but you hot
You're kissed by the sun, a flower child pulled from the root
Your school's
I ain't Morgan cannot freeman, leave that lil bitch on the semen
Getting the money I'm eating, my new bitch European
He too funny Mr. Bean, off
South Pole nice words
you can call them icebergs
and they silky smooth like nice furs
Approved by the doc
to stay high like birds
so I smoke the best
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
You do whatever it takes to get up onto the scene
I do what I do, staying true to the blue
Southside 13, what about you fool?
Run and hide and get out
innocent
I can, I can get you right
Me and my homie, endorphins are air tight
Pleasure's what I swear by
My one code there's no code
Do what thou will
nigga?
Lil Miiir made this beat he get jiggy nigga
You a bitch ass nigga fuck out my face nigga
Who want smoke?
Bitch it's two time
Run the fade nigga
If I
All I know is one day that Babylon will be fallen
They welcome me into Jerusalem
Eighty niggas highly crucial by Ham
I got my .45 by my side
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah
I get paid to the decimal, taxing plus stacking
Yo, fuck federale, I smoke medicali
B-I-G Sean don, Juan
peace to my nigga,
(Mr. Cee),
Can't fuck wit this,
Park my hog, fuck wit OG dogs,
Smoke LG despite the spook stories niggaz tell me,
They lungs
me?
I hate the way I live, I hate the way I live (c'mon, c'mon)
[Mr. Serv-On]
Niggaz act like we was close
I could see it in they eyes, what we had
don’t want no smoke
These hallow tips will make a nigguh catch the Holy Ghost
So
Nigguhz don’t wanna see my 40 smoke
Cause I’ll lay a nigguh down by his
a natural high
I relax when I smoke my crypto
Slang crystal
On my hip I got my pistol
You want to be a victim
Come on fool don't make me whistle
Scitzo...
(Lil' Style)
Nine in the mornin, feds at my door (my door)
Lou Cortez creakin cross the hardwood floor (right)
Dippin through the alley I made my
Notorious Biggie killer, affiliation with Death Row
Niggas get their caps peeled back, fool, this the West Coast
Bitch, you misdemeanor, I'm raisin' hell
chapters and some verses, you seek and you find
Look no further here I go, Big Will, Johnny Inferno
Flame by hip-hop burns eternal
All aboard on my train
Come on
1 2 1 2 uh uh
1 2 1 2
Mr. Meth and Doc
1 2 1 2
Uh uh 1 2 1 2
DJ Scratch on the track
1 2 1 2
Wa wa 1 2 1 2
Break your motha fuckin
fallin
[2x]
[Mr. Lil One]
Well a vandle of mischief comin in glidin
All in your district enemiez hidin
Avoidin any type of collission
Wishin forever, I
the brothers act fools
When I turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say it's chill, New York throw chairs
The punk funk sound to make a sane man
on time
Keep it a hundred, not even 99.9
It's Lil Tunechi the best rapper alive
I rep five, invite your girl to my suite at the Loews, she left high
Oh
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