Lyrics:
Tokyo, dipping in the rice
I'm a boss at the wind, I cracked every colored dice
I do it big, *** the rumors
Rich and infamous with the blue and gray Pumas
bitch
My first time havin' blues in a band, that shit gave me the chills bitch
In a big body benz lil' nigga, this bitch park by itself bitch
Every bitch
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
could ride quite comfortably. A few airholes,
some water, perhaps some midnight snacks, and it would probably be as good as
going tourist.
By Friday
And I'll be back by mornin'
Whip the bricks until your back side's soarin'
I just bust the AP, that's a fact, mind's water for my bracelet
Dropped twenty
on my shoes
Heading out for the east coast
Lord knows I paid some dues getting through
Tangled up in blue
She was married when we first met
Soon to be
because the nigga gettin paid
I've got, niggas from coast, slangin my dope
Got niggas and G's, and rollin keys keys to record sto's
Get paid wit fatals,
the churches money
I'm red fox and you that big dummy
This junkyard was a empire
Y'all let it get over ran by vampires
Most M.C's is god damn liars
Like
a real nigga, you's arcade
Had a switch blade in the 5th grade
Smoked plenty weed on my mama's couch
Now I'm going big, I can buy the house
You sell water
You claim if you get knocked by the cops
You'll give 'em not even a statement
Walk in the arraignment
Shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff
Stone Cold say hell yeah
Chanel runners on my feet I just bought two pair
Rolex backhand the pot like I'm Ric Flair
Water on me like I'm sponsored by Deer
[Chorus]
(I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick)
Yeah, big l is the first to represent.
Yo, on the mic is big l, that brother who kicks
a real nigga, you's arcade
Had a switch blade in the 5th grade
Smoked plenty weed on my mama's couch
Now I'm going big, I can buy the house
You sell water
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
Out The Blue (Lyrics by Che Lingo)
Chorus
If I knew what I knew as a youth,
Then it’s true,
I’d be trapped in a cycle of childish pursuit,
Don’t
not Tito
Have a couple babies, now let her get up
If we prayed and respected by big and the little
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame
Get
I pick up
The west coast like the phone is ringing
Hello
Anybody on this phone this evening? Guess not
Jay Rock, out the bottom of Watts
Gangsta,
capping
Notoriously big and bad
'twas not your granny's rapping
For he'd been to quell the giants
Who went stalking through the night
His tales were
[Chorus]
(I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick)
Yeah, big l is the first to represent.
Yo, on the mic is big l, that brother who kicks
gold
Shorty in the back you hear her working on my lingo
Blue bills, look like Stitch no Lilo
Way I run the game you would think I had the cheat code
I’m
Mercedes
U know I brought out the Benz
Drug Traffic turned Boyz to Men
Uleyssus S. Grant. 50 Bills All Pink,
Blue Face Benjamins
X2
Verse #1:
Boy U ain’t
of the Wraith or the Ghost
I mailed my last invitation by post
I'm taking flights from the coast to the coast
Just to give her the Delta while sitting in coach
the ice Gliss
Looking at all the cars that's on my dream list
Next to me it's the water and it's jumping like the fish
Reaching for the stars
Big dreams
the most everywhere I go
Rep the city from coast to coast
When you winning you supposed to boast
How you humble on the big screen?
Started off with a big
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