Lyrics:
TALL GLASS HALF FULL MY MIND IS OPEN LIKE A HATCH BAG HOL UP SCRATCH THAT
FLIPPIN DIRECTION LIKE A HALF CAB
ADAPT TO ANY SITUATION IM A LAB RAT NO MF
And nigga raised by the rat's roaches
Real youngen holdin coke
State they gave my man life
Feds they gave my man 10
Messin with this dirty game feel like
I'm
Bar to bar while they're shooting the clock
I'm feeling overdressed and fake, over texts she states
She's underestimated how long this cab ride would
huh
A legendary state of mind
Still elavatin’ all time though
Walkin’ in a different typa shine
We Legendary, Yeah it’s Legendary
High level typa
MANADA,PREPARA SUA MALA
PORQUE QUANDO OUVE NOS FONES A SUA MENTE VIAJA
Feral Fenix (Salt Lake City, Utah, United States)
Can You Feel It? x3
I Said Boy, You Just
MANADA,PREPARA SUA MALA
PORQUE QUANDO OUVE NOS FONES A SUA MENTE VIAJA
Feral Fenix (Salt Lake City, Utah, United States)
Can You Feel It? x3
I Said Boy, You Just
[ VERSE 1: Bosco Money ]
Summertime, summertime, mh-mh, summertime
Warm breeze, state of mind
Kinda peaceful, you can feel it in the air
The time
a tank full of gas on
The road with the riches
In a jacked up Chevy with
A cab full of bitches
Slingin' mud on the world country
Boy on a mission i'm from
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
granny couch
It was time to get it, started punching clocks
Beat a nigga ass if he take my spot
Don't need a glock, had my mind cocked
Chit-Chit-Bang, yo
And let's go
But if ya steppin' watch ya step
And step slow
Take your time change your mind
Cause steppin' to my rhyme is like
steppin' on a land mine
Blowing
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
man, I'ma get that nigga, yo
It was a murder
Jake just hit the corner, people swarmin'
Three in the mornin', I jumped out my cab like "Fuck"
Niggas
murderers, murderers
[Ja Rule]
Growing up in the ghetto
With that New York state of mind
I realized that night, that my future was crime
Hustlin dimes was my
want to start
So I'll just float on by
And wave to you, and say hi
Cause that's the state of mind I'm in
And I don't want to waste my dime
So if you see
it up and string it
Open up and sting it
Ooh, what's up, you think I'm jokin'?
Just because I'm broke and I came here by a token?
Yeah aight, sleep
We claim we’re lovin’ this Hip Hop
Are we ready to understand it
In it's fullest cultural state
Beyond it's useless branding
Beyond the story that
And again it's one more try yuh know
Ten time me cry and ah dry me eye
Yeah
Well yuh dun know ah pressure I've run through
Check dis
Dutty
cold, but look that's how it be
(Chorus - repeat 2X)
A soldierette'll down whatever it take to be down
She'll drive from state to state,and bring her
Well, I was rollin' by myself down to Memphis, Tennessee,
An' I was lookin' for a guy who had a mullet an' no teeth,
An' I was trippin' on some acid
find my way home
My home is by them ten thousand lakes
In your loving arms and warm embrace
And I
Im coming home
I found my heart in the Northstar state
I been going so hard
Dipping in and out of states
On another interstate, on a steady paper chase
All these demons I escaped
Got a different mind
chinged in his cheek
Couldn't eat his dinner
Ratlin from the 9 is fast
But Eman from the 12 is quicker
I was pissed when I caught that nigga
I left my cab
mind state that I'm in?
I been tryin', but it seems that I can't win
I've fallen and I can't get up
And the homies that was my homies went and set
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