Lyrics:
So your soul won't seal it's fate
And go to waste
So when your in The Spirit
Walking in His plan
Your team
He'll send em home like a grand slam
he felt back home
It's 1999 and he feels all alone
His zone was never killed by the vibe
Back when CiCi's was only $2.99
5 Floyd Burgers for that $1.25
and that's just how it be
PTSD, I was in a trap every week And I was more time there for longer or just
A week So do the math, I was barely home
And when I'm
take a picture
You peeping me take a picture (You should take a photograph)
Catch me today with a cannon or a Kodak
Cause by tomorrow yesterday gone be
rest is on my born day
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past
the chamber?
I got 48 in mine, I ain’t tryna bring danger
Todo todo, otso otso, Macarena (Ayy)
Kapampangan home style cookin’ flava (Woo!)
Instead of drivin’ by
I'm my own CEO
Give him the rock and I know he's finna sco
It's a team effort, upper echelon
There's always supper when I'm home, yeah
Need my money
D'void of funk so my set don't Slop
I'm kind of Cosmic like Vernon
I rap around the mic like Fuzzy
And like Starchild and Grady
I grab the funk by the neck
the lobby
Travel the world with the posse
But soon I'll be home
So call up my momma and tell her to pick up the phone
'Cause I need that homemade lasagna
A simple bet on a serious cash flow
Get money, Manolo, welcome home, Castro
Queensbridge unified all I ask for
Let's do it for D.U, say what up to Snatch,
of the week.
If I told you it all then you wouldn't believe.
I still remember,
Nights in December.
Dad would go out for what felt like forever.
He'd come home
yankee amen
We go chop life amen
And we shall do everything together
Today today
You've become my wifee
Today today
O ma ba mi lole
Today today
We are one
I was sittin' by the road
Trynna find myself a ride to get back home
My thumb raised in the air
Three days worth of dirt and grime stuck in my hair
Stutter-step the concept, blueprint, or pro
Steady as we go so act like you know
I stand by the rabbi, sail in Shanghai
Always had an alibi even if I lie
motherfucker who just murder for hire
Represent my turf, til my opposite of birth
Bless my posse with a shirt
Hope it don't make a turn for
[Bun B]
Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak
Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback
(You see it's real, they be like look at that
all you scary got-it-good young-ass bitches stay home
And if you get picked up by the laws
Don't cry cause it's for a lost cause
Clientele ounce
was a master you know
Everybody wants to go to England
Come back home to be master you know
Wan kpo to kan lo bo si wa AR badder than dem
Excuse my
who kill the environment
I go beyond recycling styrofoam- in my bio-dome
Are naked women, green tea, and books
By authors like Giovanni
And as I
90 degrees
I took her home and met the homeboys
Before gettin' bored we'll avoid the noid
Went to Opa Locka, jumped in Luke's jet
To the Bahamas
and get my head cut off and than go home and get my balls cut off. You alright man. You're looking at me like my fucking eyes chart. Are you all right?
Throwin' joints, blowin' like a cool breeze
Swimmin' in, I lift on juice, I wax M.C.'s
These hoes go frontin' on my Jimmy
I smack 'em on the back, sit 'em
Throwin' joints, blowin' like a cool breeze
Swimmin' in, I lift on juice, I wax M.C.'s
These hoes go frontin' on my Jimmy
I smack 'em on the back, sit 'em
as many clusters
Gotta have the clusters)
Into dust we go dirt, gum, hair, and snow
Into dust we go hair, gum, dirt, and snow
Quixote comma Don dine by
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