Lyrics:
I ain't your average if you know what I mean
Ima get me some green just like a bean
Ask me what am I drinking this is some lean
That nigga tweaking
school
Been causing a panic, smoke like I'm an addict
Have panic attacks in the living room
Prefer to walk on this road all by my lonely
Cause my shoes
in this old building, yo and my soul
Has got to move
I've got another building
A building not made by man's hands
This old building keeps
Nigga, this our paint, Deebo
Poured an eight, now we slow
Niggas be sweeter than candyman
Drank man, handyman
Hit me a lick, then I roll up some dank
Say
to em, man)
(Comin straight from Oakland) --> Too $hort
[ VERSE 2: Dangerous Dame ]
This is the national anthem of the city we call Oakland
I made it for
mout', listen
You can't educate man about bagging up
I've been doing this ting from day one and I
Can't say one guy that I think's catching up
So boy
taking a chance"
We was getting up, getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl, she was asking my
There's a little white note on a gate by the road
That a man put up yesterday
And when we saw it we all ran out
Just to see what it had to say
And he stooped to pick it up with trembling hands
As he read the childish writing
The old man began to cry
'Cause the words burned inside of him
Like
Uh I ain't gotta brag much
I just got my swag up
I'm known for popping tags up
Like the trash man, look I just got my bags up
I spin the blocc in
bulldozer
People sleeping on me they in a full coma
But I'm back in my lane, tell them to pull over
Never backing up
Loving my vernacular
Tractor rapper back
And I ain't talking bout a chaser
Nigga I got all this flavor
Watching all this paper scrape up
Man I got the juice
I got the juice
Yea nigga I got
I stopped by old man Dolby's store
For cold ones on the way
We bagged 'em up and dropped 'em down
Out back, by our old place
It won't take long
friends all stuck in the past
Still dancing to Future
I was conceived by two users
I was supposed to be a loser
I had to see my old man cooped up
In
me I need back up
I ain't got no time I'm never hoping on that wack stuff
Green stay rolling like machines yea it's a tractor
Halo on my head but
I got my arms ripped off
By a cow
He was mad, but man did that bitch plow
Me in my arms
And ripped 'em off, he bit them
Passin' by this snowblowin'
move swift
They ain want war, I tell em watch where they sit
Got It by the load; blood stream made AA prince
Yeah
Sting like aa bee lil nigga move
didn't seem to bother the old man at all.
A traveler was riding by that day
And stopped to hear him a-fiddling away
The cabin was afloat and his feet
by City Hall found that London
Has seen an increase of 71%
In victims of serious youth violence since 2012
The Mayor says this is linked
and they all go commando
Then we got pulled over by the 5-0
Fuck the Po-Po
I just turned around and said aight
You know where the coke go
Stuff it like
on my playlist
Typin more rhymes in my mobile
All while givin credit to the Most High
Who controls our lives at all times
So I try to walk by faith
future depends on this year's crop
He can't afford another year's flop
So says the man down at the bank
He's got a wife and four kids to feed
The bills are
Hit you like a tractor or a Lin backer
Straight From the packers Nigga I'm a hazard Nigga You a hacker a long lost bastard you on fear factor so I
And he stooped to pick it up with trembling hands
As he read the childish writing
The old man began to cry
'Cause the words burned inside of him
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