Lyrics:
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Call shots, 'bout to walk you through a drug deal
This the way I got a mil' (Esco)
Gotta walk you through a deal (walk with me)
This the way I
can't be paradise
When you walk don't come my way
And don't dare honk at me when you drive
I'm The Grinch, I smell your stinch
And it is you I so despise
possible is kind of mad
Man moves in a manic motion
Hype, hype give me the funk it's like
Man moves in a manic motion
Hype hype give me the funk
Man moves in
through
Play a fine tune, feelin' alright
Relax and get high, Fade into the night
FUNK, Blues, and Green (You can't See what I say, but you Hear what I
that's all
Just a feeling that you're watching me
Aah, every move I'm making
Am I reading your mind
'cause it's almost like your touching me
Aah,
is as funky as the funk made years ago
Deadly, antagonistic I'm the Marshall
If you want to we can battle
Unless you don't feel like fighting
Stronger
to get by lock you up in the Audy home
My house grow mold
Make me go beast mode
Pick the lock coming through the door blasting call it cheat code
Man, I was in a place
Called Keeprunnin', Mississippi one time
And I heard someone on my way by
Sounded a little something like raw funk to me
So
tour with that
I was a night in Tunesia
There I had a skin
They call me the black man
with the crazy grin
I take seven steps to heaven
If you wanna see
mourning
Call me in the morning
Lurking in the corner (Can you see me behind the barrier?)
Murdered out as always (yo)
Like we're all mourning (can
me man you don’t want it
If I call my Bro’s they’re on it
Mind state I’m Godly
I’d do it for my fam before my dawgies
Cos I keep shit righteous no
uterus?!
[doodlebug]
peace, this is cee-know the doodlebug and I want to say, what is what if
you can't walk through your hood with bert, ernie and sesame
[Magic]
Yo see-Murder, you believe all these people they call me hopeless.
[C-Murder]
They say when your hopeless your not expected to do good, be
know who the fuck I am?
Man, I can't believe this shit
This bitch is tryna gank me
Yo, I will slap you upside your head with nine inches of limp dick
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
remedy for a big, fat punk is funk
Ain?t nothin? like funky music
Turn the music up
Are you talkin? to me?
All right
Somebody call 9-1-1
Y?all
turned me to a fucking man (21)
Living by the code, I don't talk to police (never)
Stand up when I'm pissing, can't no nigga ho me (pussy)
Rapping like
to Rio
I'm somewhat Creole
Don't like the man of steel
I'm not your carbon copy but your first draft jalopy for real
I used to deal but the fuzz popped
So call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare
Get you steppin like stairs, frats, sororities
Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up
Genovese, you can't compare
Get you steppin like stairs, frats, sororities
Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority
Of niggas lookin hard at me
from here
When every sense is in mono
Walk by faith, you appear
I want to live in stereo
I can't get there from here
Without a G\od-directed go
directions
He gave me a tuna can
Then he stopped in his tracks
And he said, "Hey Goat!
Would you like to live with me?
I've got a house with
of attraction
And how you can have anything you imagine
If you put your mind to
It maybe we can further
Their dreams take 'em where they
Want nurture their needs
know who the fuck I am?
Man, I can't believe this shit
This bitch is tryna gank me
Yo, I will slap you upside your head with nine inches of limp dick
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