Lyrics:
(Monsta's gon' tear it up)
Like my hunnids blue (blue)
Bad bitches, yeah, I keep 'em by the two
It's a big difference between me and you
I
And you know I grind so hard
All my friends faded away
I put my money in my cash box
Tryna see a better day
I could have played for the Blue Jays
But now she got some ass, I wanna hit it now
I don't lease, I just all out feast
I put a blue Caprice on Gary Coleman
Bomb head and some cheese eggs
clear the way
For Oak-C, till my death
Hate on that and catch a left
Corn mash up on my breath
Got ah Betty on my lap
Green leaf and Milo's tea
Oak-C, now
you say, but you're still on your own at night.
You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence,
Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so
still pray to J Moore and the Word Sayers
Portrayed us a generation that's raised on San Andreas
They thinking they'll downplay us and sway us from
the 9 with this shit different, we got different J's
Meet me by the Gary's if you need it, I got different flays
Yeah, like, I got different flavors,
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
still fuck with thugs
It was me and Wood, both out the window, "Nigga, don't move"
We want greens, I want blues
We both work food
Boy, you a fool
with my chest fuck you and your life, my brains aluminous bright, local, I was in the blue with a knife
Trying to avoid all the blue coloured lights, any
since smack dvd
Wipin the coal out my socket still see no heart that's on my sleeve,
My soul ain't for sale if you shoppin
I customized all
MAC-MAC in a nap sack
Got a mouse trap for them rat-at-ats (yeah)
Right hand on my left wrist
Still whip that good crad da dack (Woo)
In the back of that
popped outta them it's still a fact
So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine
You'll shortly find that this is best for everyone involved
All in
that be feed upon our energy
Conceits combine our seeds here to serve a good deed
for those who need intervene you bleed
[D-Story]
I drop fakers like
he just whipped the pole out
Unky in Kentucky for the Derby, beat the road down
I don't pop Xans, the Wock' got me slowed down
You know what they
like bitch caress me (yeah)
All you niggas gimmicks, boy I'll catch your ass by Sesame Street (brrr brrr brrr)
Whole clique, real ass niggas (siuuu)
We
Dayton I got flyer miles
Ain't no debate i getting pape these n***** gotta hate
I barely ate and still feed n***** off my plate
You want some money I can
a ghetto, Jada
Heaven do got a ghetto, but I’m prayin’ for y’all
Remember everything I told you
When detained by the law
Remember every letter written
From
up on the gas, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga comin down with blue and purple
Comin down with a 5th in the back
And Im feelin so true
Got much love for my
just speak for free
You gotta pay the price
Checking on the time can barely tell
I'm blinded by the ice
Checking into a five star hotel
I flip that
Shyheim]
You only got one life to live
So all of my children, it's better to give than receive
Life is short, Days of Our Lives seem to speed
Still
and 5 inches long
Paramedics feel for a pulse to see if you gone
You was pronounced D.O.A before you got to E.R.
The doctor swore that suicide was
Like blue lives tomorrow the same as they did the day before
The only thing we got in common's not to play along
Like you'll get what you're came here
You ever seen a shark on the mothafuckin seashore
Sideline ballin so anxious I got my cleats on
Really played the game still talk about it like I'm
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