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Ah yo yo
My, lyric is 8 ball
Batter up play ball
Fuck ya'll analog
Niggas we be digital, subliminal, come in
From the 5 star general
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
[Intro/Chorus fading in and out in background]
Ok, ok, (heeeyyyy) yeah
We back in this bitch (Lovely Daze like this...)
Jim Jones nigga (you
someone in my house, there's someone in my house
[911 dispatch]
Can you please run by your address for me
[woman]
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
someone in my house, there's someone in my house
[911 dispatch]
Can you please run by your address for me
[woman]
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
was funny.
But who's the dummy
now you done lost the hustler
my down-ass brother gonna be replaced by a bustler
and though I got love for you
I know I
like Atlantic Starr
New Birth, Wildflower was that jamming shit by far
And Eddie Kendricks' voice will have you singing in your car
I know, I know, I
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
put ice
I'm missing a g-note, fixed price
But the only thing fixed, is the holes that we put in the dykes
Rocks is okay, my voice is extraordinaire
rid of powder puffs
You cowards are out of luck, you Howards know how to duck
Forty caliber loud as fuck, for now it's tucked
What? Rap niggas back
flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks at his poncho
that crack music (nigga) , uh
That real Black music (nigga)
The only singles that I'm
Dropping are the ones
Flapping at the band of your white briefs
I'm from that dirty, dirty, you can tell by the slang
Switch a lane in the rain, it's a sudden thang
I'm so Texas like Austin, Mike Jones, I'm
back with
The east and west side leaders
Man are badman, man are breeders yo!
Oi listen
Hip-hop, garage, you choose but you lose
I had the game in
the gangstas go dumb
Keep a bad bitch naked like my waist with no gun
Uh, I'm for real, how are you?
Got street power, from the Watts Towers to Howard U
How
to Adina Howard’s “T-Shirt & Panties”
Let me reminisce
I was banging Shawna back with Infamous Syndicate
And for mine, she still one of the dopest chicks
by debauchery and sin
Took a couple L's looking for a win
Let me take you back to where I all began
Staring down a pinnacle, thinking to myself
Is it
briefs
White boys please! Can barely believe
I walk by as they hold they skeets by the seams of they jeans
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, and run it
spotted like Spuds McKenzie
I'm high powered, put Adina Howard to sleep
Yo, pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week, but, uh
Back to you Maybelline
spotted like Spuds McKenzie
I'm high powered, put Adina Howard to sleep
Yo, pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week, but, uh
Back to you Maybelline
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
Baby, are you up for this? (ain't it different?)
I am feeling hot
at the stash by the customs check
I thought Yasser paid ‘em off but I'm a nervous wreck
I take a valium or two and we relax, sail back
Juggle tourism and rap
Asorted flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks
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