Lyrics:
something else that you could not probably be
Topping me is a lot to beat
You got it g
Meeting new people feel like I'm renewing the sequel
Getting older I've
along, made right my wrong
You rubbed my lamp and you set me free"
He said, "You used one wish, and you got two left
Aladdin, tell me what's it gonna
We are as close as three-part harmony, wouldn't you agree?
And if by chance our romance ended it would surely be the end of me
Some people might
(grits, yeah)
You know, country stuff
(Walker, grits does not rhyme with stuff)
(Well man, I'm just trying to fee the kids)
(Just say it man, just say
thought I feel off had to bounce right back, real nigga like fuck it
Got a bitch so bad that I can't even post her, we ain't never going public
Don't worry
by the neck
Any way I touch you, walk with me..
Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. GRRRRR
This ain't the way it's supposed to be (B.S.!)
This ain't the way it's
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
Sometimes that's all it takes to ruin my last pull
And right now, that's what got the kid at peace
Let me smoke this one cig in peace
Look, now 'is a couple
around it
You know it
I'm in a new groove
Chill wit the wife for the night
And the kids mood
But we need a new view
So imma go get it
Just wait
Won't be
gone need it all, can you really knock his hustle
Little nigga lifting iron he ain't even move a muscle
He think he'll make it big by robbing players
Fell in love, failed in drugs
You ain't got stuff to come
Bigger touch, high above
Scammed and cried from your stuff
Fell in love, failed in drugs
Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do
You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you
I put the drop on you kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get
on duty fo' sho'
(Back on the block to stay)
They say he ain't gonna be with it
(Comin back, comin back to the street)
But Dude he know you'll never
"Yeah, you must be flipping out."
M2: "I'm flipping out off it."
Joe: "Hallucinations, man."
M2: "Acid..right."
Joe: "Hey, I got some news fer ya."
M2:
rollin' down I-10
Baton Rouge, LSU
Eighteen years in her rear-view
He's got a Friday paycheck lined up, down the block
At daddy's shop
It ain't much, but
now
By the pounds, stop trying it now, I got my mind right nigga
off the stuff that I wrote
I want to ride in my car, smoke my shit
Keep my head high, let the chrome spin
I got the right to feel high
I got the right
attitude u been stashin' my stuff (That's right)
Ima bad boy like Mike Lawry (Bad Boys Baby)
How u think u got that rainbow Lui,
Not with a legal job's
On yo' block you prolly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee, high
And even when it was storming outside, that nigga'd be by
out until later"
"But that stuff costs too much to waste it"
"That's right
Kid you oughta go on the needle"
"That oughta hold me for a while i
Hocked my
on a chick
Her mouth hold kids like a test tube
Got 20 20 vision
Something like a bird watcher
Swag strolling through your block
Like a old honda
Putting out
the mouth
A cry of mourning due the morning drew the news hits you about
The same time every day
Get your wallet out and pay
Routine boutique it till you
Got a new whip, new house, got a new zip code
Watch the stroll, little Ace
A soldier that was born to roll
I love God and you know I got
a teen
But I outlast 'cause I outblast anybody you bring
Young, you got it the prophet I told ya'll niggaz
Then I showed ya'll niggaz, you Can't Knock
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