Lyrics:
tonight.
its time to redefine the new school
rude boy two-tone suits hang em by the door
(chorus)
Super orgy porno party(4x)
i never personally been
Penetrate at a crazy rate
This ain't thirty-eight
Hit 'em at point blank range
And watch 'em radiate
Runnin' out of ammunition
I'm done wit' 'em
You ask me
Penetrate at a crazy rate
This ain't thirty-eight
Hit 'em at point blank range
And watch 'em radiate
Runnin' out of ammunition
I'm done wit' 'em
You ask me
Ooooooooooooo....killa [x2]
If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's ride
Tony Tone roll with Bone on the dark side
But when
one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my
chic'N and spinach calzones
Garlic butter sauce and provolone (Top it)
Proactively in my zone
That's the most North of Stock tones. (Stockton)
On Eight
a rush try to get the throne
I just get on the track and try to set the tone (come on)
I ain't tryna use nobody as a steppin' stone
But don't compare
niggas is better left alone
I'll plant you underneath the very ground you walkin' on
And ain't no children in this motherfucker, drop your tone
Ain't
going to kill you
Slowly I turn, step by step, through the back window I crept
Silent as a mouse on the set while everybody in the house slept
I
shit, I get around
Shit's sick when you living in the moment
Shit is even sicker on eight hundred, my growth
You ain't know I was raised by the best
bus ass naked here staright jump
Bitch say how high and flag down a car when the shit drive by
I'm a pimp like pretty tone i got the info
At the tone, you know time is of essence
Quickly I jumped straight into the shower
The baby powder, cause I can't smell sour
Get dressed, put on my Nike Airs
I'm the only one wrap, bitch, the pack in the mail
Had to make somethin' for the gangsta bitches
Never by myself got the banger with me
Hatin' ass
the bay yea we call it Ha Long
When it all pop off tell em don’t dial tone.
Natural 8 or the natural 9
No more drawing that was baccarat
I remember I
the same school,
Now I’m riding round whippin shit I wanna own yeah
I be with same with crew, them my n****z, they gone pull up if you catch a tone yeah
And eh, and I see you passing by my way, again
And I'm wondering if we can be good friends
And I see you passing by my way again, yeah
And I'm
thought about savin' these bitches before my own damn savings
Now I got to keep at least one thirty-eight bezel on my wrist (woo)
Two .38s on my hip
going
The demons keep my blood flowing
And I am sick and tired of being Cornered by my disorder
Everything to me seems to be so Subtle I play shuffle
With Cool Ring tones
On The 3rd Came A Cool New Bag
Courtesy Of My Mom And My Dad
The Forth Was Tight Got A Cool New Bike
Its Crazy Like 24 Speeds
some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And I drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know it's real son if it's
by the tones of my speech
Far away but a nigga never out of reach
With the shits like a nigga colonoscopy
Trojan horse add another body then we
Making faces by the on-sale bin
I thought i saw you in the dry foods aisle
Eating sardines from a little tin
Well
6:30 7:30 8:30 stop
Are you my
Said it's forty eight degrees and I'm headed to your city
I can give you what you need I just hope you don't go missing
Got a backwood full of weed
I'm with a centerfold
Eight hundred originals
I was flipping Os
Ducking feds getting dough
And my pistol blow to niggas who think it's a joke
Ps hit
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