Lyrics:
Selling a ounce or two, that's what the hell I do
You don't like how I'm living, well fuck you!
This is the dope game, and I'm in it
My nigga g, will
I disect it
Rip it and wreck it, now that's on the record
As the vinyl spin so slowly
Bringing verses like a Holy
Bible, my flow is tribal
Meet me in
motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre"
First rhyme that I memorized, played it 'bout 100 times
Learned every fucking line, stuck up in my crazy mind
Don't play with me, I don't do games
You get run over, you pull in my lane
What is that odor
Baby, you stink
Back the fuck up before I throw my drink
how
Let me show you how
Spin it like a top
Fucking what
Lick my fucking nuts
That’s what’s up
what the story's really about
And applying it to current times
No!
But everybody vents and rants
And cries when their world is questioned
Or their
sleep, live and breathe this, just so you know my type
For life, a west side nigga on the south side
And got to survive and time still going by
Going by
And I dunno if I'm wasting my quality time
But what I know is I'm
Addicted to bitches that's fly
Fine linen while I'm gripping this
Wood in my ride
Wine
way
And all these bitch-ass niggas flawed
Everything that shines is not a star
Everybody want me to go back to my old ways
Painting my picture
Yo, the saga begins, beget war
I draw first blood be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws
We takin what's yours we do
The club
Why
To party and have some fun
What is it that,
Can come and take away all your stress, tell me
Music
No further questions, you have passed my
ain't riskin' no lives (Yeah)
My Doctor's name is Feelgood, makin' it so I do
And if your name is "Healthy" then it's cool with me and you
Just come -
imported yours
Man I treat my MSFTS like the
Lakers - the court is ours
Look a nine year old in the
Face and say you're in charge
It's our time to shine
the law yeah
Spin the wheel
Pop a wheelie
Come catch up
Come catch a feel
csh my cigarette
Out the window
Live for thrills
From the bomb that is your heart
ain't always what it seem
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people,
we gon' do it) we're gonna stand by
This one's for North Carolina, come on and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round your hand
Spin it
as them
But all that fuel for the fire is what you gave to them
And what you take from them
All my life I know my mum's been working
In and out
yet? Hold on
I gotta call the business manager
Did the corporations send the check?
What is my public rating? Are
People liking me again?
Enough to get
lives every time I try to drink wine
Caught up on the jagged edges
Now you can get some sort of measure as to where my head is
I need your presence
I
feel just fine
Like the world is mine
I been on my grind
I been on my prime
I don't wait in line
I go take what's mine
Girls on my mind
But they there
conspiracy theorist
Of course
And dabbling with spittle running down my beard
And shirt off
Some crazed dude rambling about how the world is ending
Alienate
all I do is finesse
Straight bands got a few in his TEC
Like jail calls, all I do is collect
My stress level up but this is what I do when I'm
The rope that should've hung you
You lassoo to the top of the heap and climb
Treading on all our lives
Every time
Your kegs are calling nine nine
knees
Your ankles and pretty heels
Chased by French stick on wheels
What a hydraulic way to spend my time
And an attenuated bell to throw in polls
I'm
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