Lyrics:
into a crisp
Let him get close to you
So you're in his trip
First you'll smoke and moulder
Blister up and singe
When ignition hits you
The very soul
though he'd often say in his homely way
that he'd sooner live in Hell.
On a Christmas day we were mushing our way
over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your
by my side
Oh no
You was my ride
And i was your die
But lately we ain't seeing
Eye to eye
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You got me insane
Got me losing my mind
Gas front isle but bitch you won't see me
Pop pills
Smoke dope
Sip lean
Rolled notes
Breeze blow
Ice Snow
Weed Rolled
Wid your hoe
Deep Throat
Eyes roll
the necktie
Homie tried to get fly, and swing I gave him a decked eye
You know the evil that men do, hell is where the men go
We snatched him by his hands
spit razors in kiloid faces
Like ear to ear, eye to eye, lights out
Cross the throat, couldn't say you gave her mouth to mouth
Better keep your teeth
tone two tone up off the dro
Just tryna get this doe fosho
I'm lost up in the smoke
Feel like inside my mind a cyclone
Ain't no looking back about you
*Blows Out Smoke*
This What You Ride And Smoke To
*Cough Cough*
SMOKE... SMOKE... SMOKE...
Uh....
Ok.... I...I... Had to get back to self
I don’t
times worse when I'm drunk
Prepare for death in the first of the month
Open and rise, it's right here in front of you open your eyes
I can't explain it
tellin you, ya know?)
[Verse 1]
Aiyyo
Never in a million years I'll imagine I'll get my thrills
By listening to squeals of PJ wheels
As we land I duck
assignments to attack
Get my spine just to re-align
And redefine a track
Roll my eyes behind my skull to see
Where my mind is at
And I’ll climb in just
(Tahiti)
(Tahiti)
(Tahiti)
Please get accountants to count it for me
Get control of your bitch, she keep flockin' on me
Fly by myself, seen the top
I weren't surprised I could see it in her eyes
that she told a lot of lies and she'd had a rough life
my friend was a Love-Guy she preferred
livin me coochie like, catch (catch)
Go, go smoke-a-lot Rolex stretch in the crowd, grab a bitch, ey
Throw up your hands if you're H-O-support
Throw up
at
And don't forget that H, get you smacked in your face
Got so many sons, I was young, now they half my age
90K out in Portugal, smile on my face, backlit stage
Pittsburgh, show you where the city at
And don't forget that H, get you smacked in your face
Got so many sons, I was young, now they half my age
90K out in
gettin his black fans back
My reputation's like a Tec-9
Knock out the best in a circle
Three minutes wreck time
See the hand is faster than
The eye can
of envy
I see those eyes, fireflies in time
Private planes on my jetway
A hundred joints in my ashtray
A couple grand to get just the hate
My money coming
the place to be and about this time
DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the Fresh Prince in the house
We about to get busy old school style
Yo Jazzy
numerous
Shots with the fo'-fo'
Fagots running to the Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
**** rap, coke by the boatload
**** dat, on the run-by, gun high,
numerous
Shots with the fo'-fo'
Fagots running to the Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high,
to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away but I
to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away but I
know I'm taxin' you double
I'm in the pocket like a runnin' back, run it back
I bought your new shit, hey, run me my money back
Fly by night, this
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