Lyrics:
Champagne put a stain on my heart
Don't pick him up, he ain't built for this part
If you wasn't here for them lows, walk
Blick on my hip and I'm dressed
So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often
But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin
Back from Miami where your record got no heat
looked back... looked back ever since. So, there you go... there's a little story from that period of time. I've
got to go... I've got to go, I really do
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
too late.
How I long to hold you close inside my warm embrace, forty days of shelter from the rain.
See them walking two by two, tangerines
Olah tun don't play
My shitto don't play
You know the vibe
International lee temple movement
What we do over here
We don't play we don't play
That's
Carabou Lou and it ain't even late, great
I feel good (Jeah!)
Let's go to the Ex house
That's where Heather and Marty got everybody Exed out
Walkin the crib
what they talking ‘bout
This here is where it’s at
Look, I came in this game
I stuck my fangs in this game
I wore no chain in this game, my hood
My name
Here we go, we gon' send this one out to the old school
All these motherfuckers in the Bronx and Brooklyn
And Staten Island, Queens, and all
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
where y'all from
And tell me where y'all from
Hold up tell me where y'all from in here
Tell me where y'all from in here
Long hair I don't give a fuck
to a gee
If it ain't in your heart, don't do it for free
Never sit nowhere where you can't see
And don't go nowhere where you ain't gotta be
And that's from
thugs, where ya at?
Hehehe, send cases to the drug dealer
Real thugs, where ya at? You motherfuckin' home
Do it to 'em, do it to 'em
They love the way
I'm rooted
To my new beginnings
Where I'm from now
Might just be where I ended oh
Awful Lee do awful things
I be out in different places
Trying to be
a nigga from Clayco act
We can hit nigga fuck where your Draco at
I got brothers in the city come and get me
They'll take it that's a fact
You'll never
(Elijah Smooth)
I just wanted to do this song right here to
To remind y'all (So smooth, so smooth)
All things are by the Lord, to the Lord
And for the Lord
(Elijah Smooth)
I just wanted to do this song right here to
To remind y'all (So smooth, so smooth)
All things are by the Lord, to the Lord
And for the Lord
and I go to Belize
I come from a block
Where we don't call police
Order that food and you think its Chinese
Pull up with them sticks
Knock that boy off
invites get in here
Enjoy the greatest backyard party, where we always grant one wish
Before you go to the backyard party, is your name here on the list...
I was always taught to get it
All I know is how to get
Where was you
Where was you
Where was you
Where was you
I flipped that pack by my lonely
on?
I'm all in, put it up on the board
Another rapper shot down from
The mouth that roared
1, 2, 3, down for the count
The result of my lyrics, oh yes
Bruce Lee Roy, I got the glow
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of niggas hating but they
Keep it
to go
Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of niggas hating but they
you see green from all the money I spend (what you do?)
I stay fresh like mint from mint
I meant my mint, know what I mean? I'm nice
Real friendly
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