Lyrics:
addicts who shoot up
In the veins of they feet
That shit gave us the jeepers creeps
But a nigga had to get it though
I wasn't a d-boy by choice I
Had to get
addicts who shoot up
In the veins of they feet
That shit gave us the jeepers creeps
But a nigga had to get it though
I wasn't a d-boy by choice I
Had to get
on the map
Yo check one two, this is the voice of yours truly the Flava Flav
And I just want y'all to know, we ain't goin' nowhere
Old school is here
monday
Did the dash
Made some cash
Two shots
Threw it back
When i walked by
He started lookin at my ass
Went filled my glass
Started rubbin on his abs
He
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a mule
to put my kids through school
Live by my number one rule, got to support my crew
I’ve got nothin’ to lose, divin’ head first in the pool
I’ll be
and shells in the lambskin
Two deep by Pelle Pelle
Westside how they felly fell
More G's on me, than a late 80's Gucci leather
Worn by the great Rakim
on a mission in ignition so I gotta stay in school
Got ammunition no submission
You can't play us like a fool
The light it glistens fires risen
Yeah it's all up
of sleep in the next room
The same two tracks have been
Playing on loop for
Several minutes, as Meek and
Nicki Minaj, his girlfriend, argue
Gently over
myself I wouldn't lose (wouldn't lose)
Yeah one hundred
I saw the things that they could do
Put myself inside their shoes
Started counting up by two's
(yuh)
Wrote this shit myself so it's gonna be ass
Pulled up to the stu' after seven hours of class
Rather stay in bed but I really have to pass
Fuck Zorn
Cartel. We got all the guns that you need to feel secure, provided by the Weapons industry. Kid Rock heaven. All you have to do is stay in your place and do
in the beat like you was saying something
But when I listen brother I know you ain't saying nothing
Stay fronting like you own something
Stay blunting
colored mold
You know a school cafeteria believes in mass production
They buy those lousy soy beans by the keg
I don't like to complain, but in a school
called BDP
While I'm battling these rival crews
Yes, BDP would stay in the street news
Some said all they want to do is battle
They can't write
it to the parking lot you wanna go fight?
Two hours in a van you couldn't stay awake
Two hits for a man that's pretty fucking weak
Can't control
No I ain't want to stay, shit
Who am I to say, shit
2nd grade went to school
Cursing like a sailor
Came back home preaching bout my savior, damn
Only
to survive
Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muhfuckin fool
Hell this music thing is all I got, I ain't makin straight A's in school
And ain't
sippin' cause I'm all pro
And yeah, I see you like the way we do it big
Pull up in the old schools, blowin, hoppin' out the whip
Stay slizzard
I'm in the suicide drop
That mean I'm rollin' the coupe
I'm by myself
Stay rollin', I got the top down by myself
Stay rollin', rollin' by myself
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
on the
Floor in the front room
Me and all my cousins on the block tryna thug
Nigga you a school boy nigga
We was sellin' drugs i grew up in Jonesboro
It was
to grab my old school tape
Mad with no music, but happy cause free
And the streets to a player is the place to be
Got a knot in my pocket, weighing
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