Lyrics:
acting like the punk ass cops
And swinging off my nuts has gotta stop
Walk around, spreading rumors like ya know
Saying shit you heard me say
is Jake One
One of the best on
Yeah, ha ha ha ha, motherfuckers
From Seattle to NY, back to LA
Bossin' up on you punk motherfuckers
Ha ha ha ha ha we
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
to the basics
I never grew up so don't expect me to act what my age is
I never changed, my beard game is lame
Went from peach fuzz to grey hair in the same day
you's run empty
What'm gonna do baby oh
And even though at first you made me so happy
My love for you has changed so put the blame on me
Under
of the angular stairways but
The highlight is when
We come upon a collection of vintage arcade
Games anyone who saw Ocean's
Performance on SNL has
An inkling
wanna start back bangin'
So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed
Packin' 40-Glocks, contain em or rearrange
All that jealousy and envy comin'
Make me want to start back bangin
So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed
Packin forty glocks, contain em or rearrange
All that jealousy
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
Now Aaron Tyler, tell my why you seem so tame
When I caught you at the airport, shakin' like a crap game
You looked up and you seen my niggaz comin
Ha ha ha
Dibble in the building
Best believe on some stupid...
Haha
Just get into it
Woo
Here we go
I wanna see the whole place jumping
Hands in
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
the innocent get pistol-whipped by this pistol grip (punk)
Talkin' shit you drunk (what)
Think I won't fuck you up (punk)
We both deep, I ain't scared and I
ya scared now ha punk leave tha street
Beat cha meat
Do sumin get from 'round me
Lil' shy you really thank its a game bruh
Let me show ya when
Nothing has changed
Ballin' everyday we're the same
Living like the boss of the game
Man nothing has changed
Shots fired
I'm the man up coz i manned up
No
ya fakin' it
Ya punk motherfuckin' game ain't set to right
Check it out, hit chu' with a left and a right
I got tops and tops that means dollars
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
anytime that I lace mine,
Light up the stage for the homies we make shine
Sick the dogs on you, get more by the K-9!
Homies on the yard never walk in
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
some of this old flamboyant shit, check game-
It`s another one of them drought spots, a ha-bin cost is like fuck it
Niggaz taken loses that they can`t
I'm by my mama side (My side)
Tears been dropping sometimes the pain can't be hide (Cant hide)
Oh that feeling Got me rapping like I'm mad (Arrhh)
I
for the cause
No love for these punk faggots pause-
My mind ain't changed
2 deep tatted up, ain't it strange
3 deep tatted and we became
Something
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