Lyrics:
Giving me Hand
Fuck that shit want the whole arm
Legally or illegal
Still I gotta get that money
They say love is blind
Guess am blinded by the money
Cause
They wanted to see who would end up in first place
The US gets a butt kick, by a satellite, Sputnik
The defeat is looked at as a disgrace
Khrushchev
Berlin, ah
You can get the smoke, nigga, das ist kein problem, ah
Where do I begin? Ah
You might just find out, real soon, go through your time now
in, let it play and let me blow your mind
It's the dominant conglomerate, prominent and I'ma get
What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob
in, let it play and let me blow your mind
It's the dominant conglomerate, prominent and I'ma get
What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob
I want to be surrounded by clouds and
The fiery flames to lighten the pounds
Bitch
Bud smoke is like a killer
Keeping that grass up in they chest
of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
It's always keep your back to the sun
And he can almost feel the weight
Bitch I'm up like an insomniac
Fuck that bitch in a Pontiac
Bitch I rock like I'm jack black
She gonna let me smack for the racks
This fruit by
Section 8, Smoke-A-Lot'll stay placed in Berlin
By the end of 9-8, hell yeah
Then I'll be straight
Fuck off a hundred G's and still got money up in
Piece by Piece imma get there just like a rubix
These bars a ruthless I just hope I don't lose this
These girls in my lane got me swerving
They see
even when they move the goal post
Stacking up these slices that's until I get the whole loaf
Gave in to some devices but I showed growth
Heard about
your eyes how they spark with a flare
They be shining in the night
Girl you know you shining bright
I be feeding off your light
Said I smoke too much so
satisfied
I knew it's bad when Oak Cliff was getting gentrified
I don't think the revolution gon' be televised
Them niggas look you in your eyes and still
the dog-end of a day gone by
Stub out the dog-end of a day gone by, boy
Don't let the smoke get in your eyes
Well the drunk outside the Wendy
Is becoming
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
just gaze into your eyes
Tell me would it be alright if I pulled up in the middle of the night
To take you anywhere you'd like
So we can vibe
Smoke some
to the sky
Little bitch I better see it in your eyes
Fuck the show up the smoke
I said mosh
I said mosh
Bitch
Shit is a habit
I know it's a hazard
I leave out
ain’t any smoke we gon’ duck nah
Said you got a bag, why you front yeah
We be kicking in your door no punt yeah
Choppa cook him up cook him up yeah
in, let it play and let me blow your mind
It's the dominant conglomerate, prominent and I'ma get
What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob
Neighborhoods Finest, elevating you
This ain't a massacre, this a smoke sesh
Fill your lungs now, let them decompress
Weed is too loud, but imma finish it
This
to get rid of the pressure
I smoke by myself I was high for forever
Room full of bad bitches and some drink
Situation call it's not what you think
I'm in
to sneak diss on my name
He on some woozy shit
Eye put down the basketball to focus on my music bitch
How the fuck you get your feelings hurt by a 'lil
arrive when eye arrive
You get this feeling in your prime and eye admit eye need some help
And you can change this by yourself eye know it's felt 'cause it
In the smoke
Yeah
Fire in my soul
Why do I feel so cold
Yeah
Sheltered from the storm
But I'm flat out on the road
Yeah
Got by with your love
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