Lyrics:
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Now I just stunt on my own
I'm in a race, and taking the winners place
No foot on the brakes
One the best, homie that's what they call me
It's
Really on some buck the system shit
Buck buck buck buck the system
Im onna mission
Im riding wit it i gotta get it
Free my loved ones out
you hear the song so dance
Don't always think I'm tryna get in your pants
Um, 'cause see me, my pimpin's in 3D
I'm takin' you places you only see
sweets
Want some fuckin crack
Gone and hit me on my beep
A-i-are, sippin on tha barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TVs all up in
whole motherfuckin' team in
'Cause nigga, buck-buck, you get stuck up and get fucked up
'cause that's Cleveland
A Doe Boy, Bizzy Bone with the flow,
called, Edutainer
You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label
[KRS-One]
Biddi-by-by, by
who wanna get in it
Man, this shit is real, not them stories you put in your raps
Not even that bullshit you talk behind a nigga back
Let me make it
Habits
And we ain't havin it (word)
So what, ni***? You wanna get buck, bring the rock
Cause we don't give a m*thaf*ck
What the fuck? I said what
young G in on this mic
His name is Yungstar
You know that he's rollin tight
Im gonna bring him in and Im comin down
Im comin down pop trunk, Im out that
Need that pussy, no doubt
No offense
Bring the hook back in
And watch me act a clown
Just like I'm out of state
Go to the show
In case you didn't
They can't see me, even if you had 3D glasses (3D glasses)
Bad bitch in the bikini, she from Calabasas (Calabasas)
Got a pocket full of blue cheese
They can't see me, even if you had 3D glasses (3D glasses)
Bad bitch in the bikini, she from Calabasas (Calabasas)
Got a pocket full of bleu cheese
Get that latency up, y'all fuckin' dafty, dafty, dafty
Shimmy shimmy ya baby give me what you got
The rhythm in my noggin like the tickin' of a clock
I'm pulling up give 'em wet dreams
Nightmares
Cold sweats
Payin' off
Old debts
Tempt me
Taken bold steps,
Steppin' to the best and you bound to be
the bones out, the king is home bring the throne out
Cut on a beat and watch me zone out
Been the nicest writing before I had a driver's license
Rhyme
we go in '92
Buck 'em down and all make 'em
Fall to the fuckin floor
Stick to hell you aks why
It ain't hard to figure
Cause they quick to put a gat in
Cartagena
Kicking ass as I blast off heat, and
You never see me talk to police, though
You should know that I really don't care
Pull you by the hair, slit
Cartagena
Kicking ass as I blast off heat, and
You never see me talk to police, though
You should know that I really don't care
Pull you by the hair, slit
you tuck yo chain
Fuck security find out that they can't do a thang
Out the frame pussy nigga you to soft push you off me
Stompin hoes to the flo
Since the beginning of time
All you did was bless me
Too young to understand but now you my best friend
How could they doubt you, never think about
the dawgs mutts
Fell out of love
I can't even picture when I get cuffed
I don't wear Rick Owens they're rubbed
The Cali I'm smoking it got me abducted
Don't
Chose the wrong side, so you going out bad
I'm about to break the little arrow on dash
Best of the best around me, I'm feeling like Flash
You cannot
Signin 7 and a Sun (BOBBY)
But you won't catch me without the ratchet, in the joint
Smoked out, dead broke or off point (BOBBY)
Wallo's comfortable,
Forgettin' me and Baby used to
Drop him off at school! (hahaaaaa)
I'm a leave you with' this last
Line - and I'm out!
I've never even kissed my own son
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