Lyrics:
to stop by and check us out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind
Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme"
I spit out a line
bleed like I bleed then he can't put no fear in me
Say that again I ain't think they was hearing me
I'm tryna touch on them millies like gary vee
They
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
fact, I'm mentally deranged
Oxycontin in my system, man, I'm feeling kinda strange
Watch me choke about this dope Blueberry from Texas
You wanna get up
bopper on rocks, Valium in ya socks
Cold as fuck round here my lad, wheelie bin, wheelie bin for the rob, rip do what?
P's like Banton
G's that ramp on,
Speak on this hustler shit, you know what I'm talking about
It's how you survive this life, you know, advancing
It ain't really got nothing to do
off the Hen, I was smokin', I got too high
Damn, time flies by
It's like I knew your whole lifetime, my nigga
We accomplished so much shit
We
(uh)
Niggas talking shit but they ain't talking about skrilla (ain't on shit)
I'm cooking chaos recipe (yea), can't nobody do like me (yea)
I spit more
about how people said I look like Premier
At the end of the day all you wanted was respect
And when people fronted it was just to get a rep
It's
about how people said I look like Premier
At the end of the day all you wanted was respect
And when people fronted it was just to get a rep
It's
We out in this...P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up
From the world's most infamous, 1st Infantry
(Alchemist, this shit raw like fresh beef playa
and killers
And some trilla life ass niggas, pimpin' hoes like gorillas
Niggas in Caddys say scrilla but to me it's just ends
I'd rather roll 96' Lac than
records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them
so I'm proving it
Put the truth in Texas with Scott Storch and you got you a hit
Hit and never miss rep yo click and throw em high
Cause
so I'm proving it
Put the truth in Texas with Scott Storch and you got you a hit
Hit and never miss rep yo click and throw em high
Cause
'm that nigga from the go with some heat like Kendrick Nunn
How you claim that you get money but always got insufficient funds
I love smoking doties mix
I know I come from so far away from here
I know I chose at one time, to incarnate here
I know I seem like the stick on the stream
If you know what I
When I walk up in the club
I'm Like hey what's up
With a smile on my face
Steppin to the rhythm Boom Boom
This place's full of base
I came to party
white lady, by the key (key)
Ayy, cup full of Texas, poured by the three (three)
Hoped out the Porsche, went and sold me a P (a P)
Smoke a pussy nigga
much you sold
We might go gold and you might go broke
I see what you droppin' I'll leave you a comment it's obvious I really ain't like it tho
Catch me
what's in mama's basket?
Some veggie links and some fish that stinks
Why, just the other day, I went to Grandma's house
Smelled like she conjured up
a Part Time Sucka
Who works O.T., to be like me
The Capital P, the M, I'm like D
To slay an emcee, on the S-P-O-T
Leave without a motive or a C-L-U-E
So
Yeah
Okay, what's good, nigga? (Everything, son)
Yeah, this for the hood (word up)
Yeah, I'ma holler at these niggas like this (PMD)
Yo, yo
Hear me
Intro
Dry Bones, desolate man
I'm living in a desolate land.
Asking God to revive us like CPR.
Digging deep, go in circles like NASCAR.
Made
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