Lyrics:
the remotes?
And Ashlee's got a brand new nose
We gotta put some new em-pha-sis
On our syl la la-bles
If the emphasis on the compact
Disc is in the beat
Then
Em and get rich
And let Dre mix the shit and drive off in the Range Rove
'Cause everywhere I go they love the bling bling flow
Bang bang look
Half of you wanna blaze
Half of you wanna chill and half of you wanna play
Half of you want the keys, after we spread the love
Half of you wanna have
a worthy pool
Of peers to be competed with
I see my shit with Son House and Syl Johnson
And always loose, I done lost face too
But I'm sporting their
They shut down the mine last summer, we're gettin' by on welfare
It's Christmas Eve, I'm walkin' home, not a dollar to my name
Night is almost on me,
Daddy when he went there to get her
Put on a shine, put on a motor
Built out of love and made for the water
Ran her for years, 'til the transom got
daddy when he went there to get her
Put on a shine, put on a motor
Built out of love and made for the water
Ran her for years, 'til the transom got
when he went there to get her
We put on a shine, put on a motor
Built out of love, made for the water
Ran her for years, 'til the transome got rotten
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
on my head, I'm rockin' Calvin Johnson's helmet
Bitch, I'm still myself but just a better version
This game is fake buddy love like Professor Sherman
Big Rardi but fit in a small Audi
I slid and put a hole in one like golf by me
I been running with my face half covered
Don't cough by me
Don't walk
flagrant
What they call it when i rhyme
Opulence to nigga sense
Poverty from diocese
Half the church belive satan prowling
Strapped up with the tims
But
(Dolly Parton)
My train of thought was broken by a sudden burst of laughter
Something badly needed to brighten up the chores
Seemed old Mrs.
with that lake
Shootin' from half court got you by a long shot
Montana, that nigga from the Bronx block
Bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm ballin', racked
Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek Louch, type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
And that's warnin', if you alive in
Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek Louch, type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
And that's warnin', if you alive in
with the devil when you can't face him
How you gon' be praying to God when he can't listen
Over the sound of the chainsaw ripping, piece by piece
Limb
just to see
These random n****s dig the dirt
We done been scared by the tragedies
We just tryna get reimbursed
Chorus:
My brothers (x5)
I love em (x5)
The long dookie fifth, next to the Town House crackers
Mad noise, 2008, a G a game
I'm Ron O'neal in the love seat, sunk deep
Long nigga bustin' out they
when he went there to get her
Put on a shine, put on a motor
Built out of love, made for the water
Ran her for years, till the transom got rotten
A piece
Yeah
I’ll go far
To the mountains I’ll make that trip
Yeah
Feel like Hogarth
I’m a giant inside this shit
Yeah
Should I go half or take the whole
and swinging doors
Fast boats, gun action, four by fours
And girls that love boys like us
I thought, bust that bud light bottle over Bobby's head
It was
when he went there to get her
Put on a shine, put on a motor
Built out of love, made for the water
Ran her for years, till the transom got rotten
A piece
Yeah
I guess you made it to the end
I don't really got a lot to say right now
If I did
Then the rappin shit
Wasn't half of it
Happy lit
Half
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