Lyrics:
100 blues
Drinkin' on a 100 proof
If you gon' slide, Imma' slide
LMK
Shawty wanna' what?
We could do it LMK
Tell me what's the vibes I'm outside
LMK
A fools known by his speech a wise man by his silence
You're tryna a leave a legacy, but you perpetuate violence
You Gon talk this and talk that, but
when
The world was run by black men
Back to the future
Anything can happen
If these are the last days
And 100-foot waves come crashing down
I get
I’m up every morning tryna wake up to some money
My mother think I'm crazy but I'm thumbing through these hundreds
Looking in the mirror like this
much more to do
And, Proof, I'm truly sorry if I let you down, but this tore me in two
The thought of no more me and you
You gave me shoes, Nikes like
a hundred-and-twenty-first proof
Fool usea deuce-deuce of some genuine, draft
I'm genuine, like Vinny's whinin' all about cash
Cash, cash, so indeed I got the weed
the Feds like The Juice
Snoop Dogg is a hundred-and-twenty-first proof
Fool usea deuce-deuce of some Genuine, Draft
I'm genuine, like Vinny's whinin
last
Your tank is filled with 100 proof, you're all tuned up and gassed
Now don't take any chances, if you can't get through
I'd rather have you back
Nation of Gods & Earths, birthed by the father
If he didn't love us, then why would he bother?
Universal mathematician, I shine like the sun
Look at how
Every time I see the news I see us dying
See the colors of our nation got us blinded
Too many nights getting ruined by the sirens
Nights getting
Carlito by the train tracks
Snipin' bitches out your favorite movies
Totin' choppas last week, open locker, man, they tried to shoot me
Need a hundred
pop at you lames 'cause I'm sucka proof
Look, don't play no games, boy, I'm busta proof
Can't fuck wit' me, I don't fuck wit' you
You a fuckin'
was all on my dick with "Rubbin' off the Paint" (Nigga sick)
That shit dropped and a nigga hit a hundred K (Bitch)
That's why they mad, 'cause they
yo' time, come face the truth
In the middle of the desert nigga lace your boots
As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a dead rest
You studio
on
that `throw it up throw it up` dip, as I dips, skip with the Euro clip
Hangin for chips on 100-spoke whips
All I know is pussy, money and color
COKE STEVENSON
Hill County, Texas, nineteen hundred and four
There ain't any lights, and there ain't much noise
Just a hundred lonely miles
open into a beach
With a fever flushing your cheeks measured at one hundred and four degrees
When does the brain seize? At a hundred and six, turned
they rest 6 under the floor
Choppa, stay by my side me and the guys be ready to slide
I made a vow to the game I think I might change it cause now
a hustler by nature, fiend for paper, schemes and capers
Constantly eyed by neighbors who do the Feds favors
It ain't no major though, whether slangin' yay
is great
At times I get agitated
By mess you've created
With your exaggerated model
Of what's real or outdated
I appeal to the not-so-masses
You know
from here to Bombay
A universal truth, just look to the proof
Take this short break to contemplate how we relate
Standing at the bar with a fistful
trap
She hit the block and sold for me
Standing by my bedside holding my hand while consoling me
Can see that I've been stressing and its starting
a hundred-and-twenty-first proof
Fool usea deuce-deuce of some Genuine, Draft
I'm genuine, like Vinny's whinin all about cash
Cash, cash, so indeed I got the weed
the Feds like The Juice
Snoop Dogg is a hundred-and-twenty-first proof
Fool usea deuce-deuce of some Genuine, Draft
I'm genuine, like Vinny's whinin
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