Lyrics:
that happens in society
When people are livin low and don't kow where they can go
But peace, I think we all want peace
But it's too much to face,
me endangering
never knew it too busy sharp shooting
little fishes don't get caught by this harpoon bitch
it�s just music meet my instruments
OG say
Who think the blacks be packin' Semi's
(That's why they don't sell no Henny)
Stink butts who think bucks
But they don't know my bank account is like
a drive by
Smokin' weed on the jet, bitch, I'm fly high
You don't wanna give me neck? Bitch, bye bye
On to the next bitch, I hope she bi-bi
'Cause I love
Just don't get too possessive
Sharing knowledge with the listener call
It music with a message
Doing this since I haven't before
Tryna see what's in
dudes that don't want to see me poppin'
They sarcastically ask me 'when your CD's droppin'
Gotta keep my game face
They don't leave me no options
Can't
do they put the offspring in a better situation dawg?
Still...there's tough things that we've gotta ask
Do you really want a white picket fence with
working huh
They don’t love your music unless it's in the club
They can not get rid of us like hypergamy or syphilis
Just stay in the in the couch on that
everybody wants to do it like me
No you don't do it like me
Nah, no we ain't the same
You're never gonna do it I'm doin' it again
Boy Better Know, were
run it up don't even know I was coming savage
Oh Naw
Why the fuck these niggas lying?
Claiming that they got me when I'm by myself dick
Why the fuck
or the music||[Hook: Spooky Black]||[Bridge: Allan Kingdom] x2|It's sad that you don't know how to behave off it|When I say I'm trying to save all of my days to win|I'm
more or less
I don't care about your lists Who the greatest of all time
They want theirs and I just want mine respect their pen, yeah
I let the music
more or less
I don't care bout your list who the greatest of all time
They want there's and I just want mine
Respect the pen
I let the music tell me what
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
gone wit all that putting on and faking
I got 'em by a landslide
Ice cold mudslide leave the women bug-eyed
They get it out the mud baby I got it out
gone wit all that putting on and faking
I got 'em by a landslide
Ice cold mudslide leave the women bug-eyed
They get it out the mud baby I got it out
line.
(repeat 2x)
[michel'le] let's play house...
[michel'le] is that what you want me to do with you?
You play tha momma baby let's play house
I'll play
Will recognise me when I'm forty
Like Shorty I've been real from day
I see MC's I don't carry on away
So why would they wanna hate
Us when it's 2008?
You
party
They drinkin' that more Bacardi, the music is hard body
They puffin' that Bob Marley, that ganja
The aunts and the mommas even ready for drama like
time will tell
I introduce my bro
Hello, it's to good to meet
Ya girl and D, they get along like Pod and Pea
She gettin loosey off the goosey
Said ya man
or Scot La Rock
But they can get bust
Get robbed, get dropped
I don't play around
Nor do I fuck around
And you can tell by the bodies that are
like Fergie
They could never stop my grind So I give man a black eye peas
No Fergie Them man are chickens no turkeys
I go in again The ting bangs got
And it keeps calling me
They want me to go to rehab
I said no, no, no
I don't need that
Me sad? Hell nah, you must be mad!
Long as I got my fix I'm G-Lad
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