Lyrics:
out to Sam Raimi (come get some) Bruce Campbell (haha)
(Come get some) yeah (come get some)
Alright, okay, look
Uh, dead by dawn
Swallow your soul
love me, make it hard to get your bitch back
It's that, nigga I might have to change my government
To it's that nigga all the bad bitches fuckin' with
and form it
You an informant
As in you know about me
You informing the people
You scorn it
Aren't you bored yet?
To get that clout all these fakers
in
Got Green like eye copped iguana
Droppin
Offa this ***** for your daughter
Drop it
Gotta go get me some guava
Wait eye meant guala
But it’s still
A Metro PC phone, then you went back in
So when I touch the pen, the Pen is in
My view, I'mma get it right, just so you
Smoke good, eat good, live good
slow and get your arm caught in that bar
My mind tricks is that I'm Jedi by birth
Christmas Eve is when my mama blessed earth
What's the universal tone
California CA
His Uzi up your ass if he don't get paid
Nigga beggin' for a credit, he's knocking out teeth
Clocking much dollars on the 1st and 15th
Big
(Dialogue below interpreted by Cage from the film "Clockwork Orange")
*whispered in the background: "Smoke dust, shoot the cops
Give out
Anyone else in this motherfucker smoking right now?
Oh, huh-huh, smoke break, yes sir
Dramatic, nigga
Oh My God, Ronny
Eyes real low, so you
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
We make moves in stage coaches
Rah digga likes
blazin' in your saddle
Watch these rap bitches get all up in your pockets
Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips
Cause props is up,
know
I get your ass gone permanently
It ain't complex
I'll just bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next
Do a drive-by on your project, take
eyes
It's Lil Weezy, for real
Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still
I got a good deal
I'm from a trill hood, I smoke real good
Slide on them
eyes
It's Lil Weezy, for real
Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still
I got a good deal
I'm from a trill hood, I smoke real good
Slide on them
gettin' paralyzed
I don't want to hear no alibi's, don't apologize
ER-ERM-ERM, I 'll put the highs' in your eyes!
The bass in your face, like you ditch
the all white coat on
Alter ego wear a super suit
That's cold as Frozone
Look in your eye
I read your mind
Magic 8 Ball
Man going wild
I think he off
Oops I meant Y, others gotta die
Just to help sorry-ass lames get by
Now you'll let a bird die if you saw a bush
But you're pussy in the hood nigga, come
words you hear, then the smoke appears
Tears, from your motherfuckin family
They're starin at me, but I'm goin gun happy, fuck 'em!
Shootin everything in
back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
or sum'n so we can smoke at the same time
Let's twist it up, let's roll it up, let's light it up, and fill your cup
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
to me
Now I got your body overdosing
Calling out to me
I just wanna vibe, maybe slide
Smoke some dope today
Look me in my eyes, you go ride or you go
I got no fucks on charity
I swear to God I'll hang it up right now
If by 2 more vowels you don't swear by me
Turn your faith in 2 seconds
Walk up
sipping 'cause I get to tripping
My nigga just roll up a heap of that pine
And only bring a lil bit for the trip
Just in case we get blurped by the 5-0
with the murders and robbers and villains (yeah, yeah)
You know all the vibes, I'm with all the business (yeah)
Your bitch in my ride, don't get in
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