Lyrics:
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
Big Moe]
It's them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-Mo
[Verse 2: D-Mo]
Getting crunk on tha real-a
I'm a nigga be smoking that killa
Because we
Big Moe]
It's them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-Mo
[Verse 2: D-Mo]
Getting crunk on tha real-a
I'm a nigga be smoking that killa
Because we
the 'gar and we'll go very far
Pull up to your house, take your sister to the bar
One, two!
I'm knocking on your door
Three, four!
I know you want some more
up in the spot, two hundred racks out
Still got millions in the trap house (stash house)
Mix the pills and liquor 'til we black out
Okay, get it
on ice
Live from Los Angeles, it's Saturday night
While others staty tight we're looking for some parties to crash
I never bounce, rock and splash without
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
mum's house, now, they're invadin' my business
While I'm still gettin' chased by these dirty little girls that never had a job
And think they're worth
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
guess
My presence was God's gift
For this battle y'all see
How long we waited?
I held it in, sat up here constipated
This 'bout to be some hard shit
Hard
want (oh, whoa, yes)
After realizin' (uh-huh), to master enterprisin' (uh-huh)
I ain't have to be in school by ten, I then (woo)
Began to encounter,
want (oh, whoa, yes)
After realizin' (uh-huh), to master enterprisin' (uh-huh)
I ain't have to be in school by ten, I then (woo)
Began to encounter,
your crew, or they might be next
Look at they man eye, BIG man they never try
So we roll with 'em (uh), stole with 'em
I mean loyalty, bought me
kickin' it
With some childish hoes
We finna go to Hawaii get on some gallagins
Alii hoes what happens behind the does
(doors) , shid nobody knows
Make ya
do it for the meals
We just wanna put some food on the table don't wanna die before we live
I just wanna rock and pop the bottles with the crew (Crew
the molly, bake the bean
Mix that soda with that cola
Break it down, sorta fiend
Run it up by any mean
Got a porter, we can end it
Like Rihanna, gumbo
I'mma
But some do come, you want to scrap or what?
If not stay back, cause I'll Roll You Up
[Break - w/ variations]
(That's right Mix, roll that sucker)
to you (yeah)
If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do (what?)
And be loyal to crew when crew was loyal to you (yeah)
See I'm a man,
like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As long
a nigga bitch and get a free ransom
He Real Rx if we stamped 'em
Let that nigga play wit that money if he want
We outside your house Call of Duty campin'
hitman I want you dead ya crew dead
If I go in my bag like you did blllllllat!
I'll air this bitch out and
That's on my two kids
Truth is, this not gon' go
the sky
I want to live in the sky
I want to live in the sky
Why can't we live in the sky?
The sky
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
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