Lyrics:
the barbecue pit up, let's burn some meat
Ain't nobody gon love my block, like me
From Hollywood to Garden City, it's Gulf Bank bitch
I'm at a hoe house,
the barbecue pit up, let's burn some meat
Ain't nobody gon love my block, like me
From Hollywood to Garden City, it's Gulf Bank bitch
I'm at a hoe house,
You're the right fit
Think about it
Never for a second could I
Ever doubt it
Show me
You're about it
Hah hah hah
Backyard
Barbecue pits
Stoned under stars
Of a scholar but shit not today, them Dayton Spokes was his to take
Refrigerators, barbecue pits, and Jordan kicks
They did invasions while helicopters
and we startin' shit
I even got a trailer hitch with a barbecue pit
And now all you wanna do is get drunk and pout
Plus your new name is Fire 'cause we
gathered there for grace
A dog in a barbecue pit goes up in space
The dream recedes in the morning with a bad aftertaste
And I'm back in the big city worn
away
Probably had credentials
Of a scholar, but should not today
Them Dayton spokes was his to take
Refrigerators, barbecue pit's
And Jordan kicks they
and we startin' shit
I even got a trailer hitch with a barbecue pit
And now all you wanna do is get drunk and pout
Plus your new name is Fire 'cause we
the itch rott
My dick it burn hoot
Straight got the monkey dick
Straight got the in cage itch
Burn, burn, burn, my shit is burnin'
Burnin' like a barbecue
living room wall
A squirrel and two ducks are hanging in the hall
That hole in my yard is a barbecue pit
A couple times a year we'll throw a hog in it
90's kids doin' military shit,
6 or 7 of em by the barbecue pit
Their teachers are mean and their parents are sick.
Stumble on home talkin' big
At the tip of my dick now
We in the barbecue pit now
Seeing the bloods and crips now
Gangsterism is big business till the police want to get down
Dirty Nigga
on the floor, had me feeling like a roach
Vicious like a pit so you goofies don't approach
Barbecue pit for you shrimps want some smoke
Safe to say
Take you down to Chinatown
Wrist so icy
Hop up on the motorbike
Come down with me
Barbecue pit stop
I could make you lift off
Why you so pissed
steps below me, I don't wanna fall below please
Hang on, hang on, hang on, hang on, hang on, hang on
Livin and laughin and loving and arguing
Barbecue
this bitch
Beef ain't shit to a barbecue pit
I'll smoke a nigga
Only thing I need is bigger figures
Make it to the top we takin shots
No mixers
Wit
The old Texaco turned into an antique store
And Bobby's selling his barbecue pit off of FM 204
There's a rumor going around we're gonna get a brand
like a pitstop
Make a barbecue pit out of pigsty
Please don't come cross that border
We don't fuck with the borgeois
If you rock a badge, I don't trust
shit
Now my backyard's got a swimming pool and barbecue pit
I got a good job, great friends, a beautiful chick
I got a fridge full of food and a zoot
my sermon if anybody want to get lit I'm burning it, cuz I'm in a barbecue pit and serve them with rice and beans and chips, they Envy his life a trip,
to them
Thank you's and amens
Barbecue summers and fire pits
See my little house and the roots that held me down
Take me back to my half a mile hometown
you got ain't but fake shit
trying to run up on a oozie with a nine clip
and find your brain cooking in a barbecue pit (yeah)
'cause I don't play that
joints like a barbecue pit
I'm honestly sick
Some would say retarded and shit
My mind sharp cause I eat garlic and shit
Swervin' the whip quick little dick
there's a party at my place
Bring a healthy appetite and a liter or a case.
We got a barbecue pit out back of the house
Turning on a spit with
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