Lyrics:
the stick like the pogo make these niggas jump
I get the dope by the boatload
Young nigga ride with the four four
She blowing my dick like a oboe
I told that
if I'll ever try
To survive at court side
Four tickets to fly
Rap or play ball do the game
Or duck the drive by
Same league that defends
Be
if I'll ever try
To survive at court side
Four tickets to fly
Rap or play ball do the game
Or duck the drive by
Same league that defends
Be
quiver
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro’ the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey
Four by fours, rev 'em on up
A brand new Ford or a bucket of rust
Backroads are calling, calling all trucks
I know a place where ain't no car
(Do it, do it)
It was once said by Black Thought that "Things fall apart"
Knew I shouldn't have been messin' with dude's girl from start
But I pimp
zombies, becomin' one by now
Wonderin' if my style would support her and her child
Out the corner of my eye saw this stud I recognized (who?)
One
you tell me (What?)
What is is, what is was, and what it shall be (Death)
[Verse 4]
One up in heaven, two here in hell
Father please forgive me while I
inappropriate subject matter
Cuz everyone's so obsessed with Mick Jagger
Something vague about hitting the club
And how I look like such a stud (Drop a beat now)
don't even care man I pull up with the keys
I don't even care man we swerving through the streets
Hop in the stud then we merching this beat
Like eeee
shoes up on my feet
Bass hard, muddy talk
Pants sag, hustlers walk
Fishing poles, four by fours
Country fam, unlocked doors
Trees front, mountains back
[Liffy Stokes]
The stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
I'm 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4
out the window
Miles 'til we got where we need to go
Toeprints up on the dashboard
Take them seats lean them back more
Looking up through
the money
To do secret Santa
But I poured some tequila
In a punch bowl of Fanta
The night's winding down
But I'm staying up
Smoke deep in my lungs
And booze
the waist
Step two, then you move at a ghetto pace
Step three, then ya look her dead in the face
Step four, now it's time to leave this place
Hold up, be
the waist
Step two, then you move at a ghetto pace
Step three, then ya look her dead in the face
Step four, now it's time to leave this place
Hold up, be
*Liffy Stokes*
the stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4
[Liffy Stokes]
the stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4
you can dig your grave
Desensitized sightless eyes
Typhlotic we are stumbling in the dark
Wake up it's almost too late
We're winding down dark paths
Paralyzed by hatred and a piss ugly soul
If he murdered his father, he thought he'd become whole
While listening at night to an old radio
Where they
now
I just made 4 figures from my job I don’t know how
Shits tough but I see clear
Cashed 366 like a leap year
When I’m working on my purpose I don’t
zombies, becomin' one by now
Wonderin' if my style would support her and her child
Out the corner of my eye saw this stud I recognized (who?)
One
Hook - PH4DE & Maxo Kream
First instrumental I wrote to was Jeezy
Limewire my DJ, mp3,
I got free net from them netzero cds
Now they dial up, wanna
for the rest
Stored treasure locked away in a chamber when he rests
Fall of an empire another one rise up
War builds monuments crumbled by infighting
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