Lyrics:
Fossil fuels come from years and years of bio-decomposition
It's really just scientific
Why didn't all the fossils turn to oil?
Some did, some didn't
the only drink to buy
Really, it's fine, simply divine
It's recommended by William J bryan
Eve'rybody's drinking grape juice
Ever since the town went dry
got me hyper, want to bite right now yi yi
Say I yi, yi yi yi
Look at shawty snap, make that ass clap
Niggaz in the club spendin dubs when it's
Always catching dubs I never lose
Cut off all my ties and then I go and tie my shoes
Got so many hoes got options I could pick and choose
Young
pop out this bitch, and might throw me some dubs
So baby just throw it all
Put it all in my face, Throw it all in this club (club)
Put it all in my
better blue tennis shoes tidy, with our body
As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin party
Got greeted by some niggas who I never knew
Cold thing
And this whole transformation
Was made possible
By this encounter with death
That mother ayahuasca gave me
That leads me to ask what is death?
In our
High Street for the kicks, I got some new shoes
The outfit goes well, I'm all in my groove
He's shown me a bad one, I really approve
I know I'm not
the science and scientist's is high
And the highest computer chip and asking people if your used to it
But usually my damn dog man we don't go through with it
and gat'z
And shawty matter of fact these trill g's and dub's
We ain't talkin' behind yo back and we ain't scared to bust
I'm by myself, but bein' alone makes
Yo Drew
At some point we got to accept that
People are where they are
Because of their decisions
We accept it
We move on man
Cuz I see a lot talented
Got you counting from on to ten
And by the time you get up to nine, your ass is left behind
Cause you can't mess with the lyrical master rhymes
Send
better blue tennis shoes tidy, with our body
As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin party
Got greeted by some niggas who I never knew
Cold thing
for no reason
Dub city we eating
Money we greasing
If you anit with it fuck what yall say
Northern California on it baby
Welcome to the bay
See we
[Chorus: x2]
Yeah I got a couple cribs, so what, nigga
Rollin sittin' on dub, dubs, nigga
But I don't have to wear no diamonds to shine
Don't
I was thinkin' 'bout somethin'
But I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Remember when I was strugglin'
Fucked up on my knuckles
Tryin' to sell some dirt
Of the scientist?s piss they call research
Of being told we?re scum and should be birched
Well bollocks to them all, keep smashing at the wall
Pile
produce tears
As a child he had cried as all children will
Then at some point his tear ducts all ran dry
Grew to be a man, it all hit the fan
Things got
produce tears
As a child he had cried as all children will
Then at some point his tear ducts all ran dry
Grew to be a man, it all hit the fan
Things got
known to check a bag
That's why she stay throwing that ass
Bounce it for some cash
Bounce it for some cash
Bounce it for some cash
Bounce it for some
[W.C.]
Uh, dat's riir, niir!
Back once again, it's Dub C: the shadiest
Introducing ya'll to the newest members of my clique:
Young Shane, wit Young
interests and regulate the supply, and so, De Beers Consolidated Mines was born. There may have been some murders and kidnappings, but whatever.
By releasing
(I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a) flirt
Soon as I see her walk up in the club (I'm a flirt)
Winkin' eyes at me, when I roll up on them dubs (I'm a flirt)
some help
I went from pawn to king, king back to pawn
Doing my best to try to ease out the storm
I know that every tunnel's got an end and a light
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