Lyrics:
the panties drop, yo
Uh-huh, ha, I see the rappers being ruined by you and whoever is doing that Crap,
They got me booin', in fact, I'm gettin' to 'em
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
Now break up into Koko
to get to on the chunk
So many people look at me and think I'm crazy
Like Miles would say so what
So take my funk my coat yeah
Cheeba chebba, y'all
You're all (Cry together)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all i need (Lie together)
Ya don't stop to get by (Cry together)
Yeah yeah
Ahh (You
Bitch stop pursuing me so true to the game
It's a name you don't dare say
A lyrical lunatic when I kick
It you're scared straight
Motherfucker's fall way
the funk in grand
Here comes my man
My brother, grap lover, get wreck cousin, c’mon
Call me the grap lover, yes, the younger soul brother
Keep your
Nina, you don't wanna see her
God damn, let me tell these fools who I am
Every letter worth a hundred grand
King Tee's the best, man, I won't front
the fuck I be I, you cannot see I
Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I.
Oops I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon
I'm prime time, giving MC's
this shit without a major ho
(ho ho ho)
See we Funk Volume known to keep it real
Alright, alright, alright, alright
I'm doin' good I don't need a deal
bein' a
Litterbug"
He looked at me and said, "kid, we don't like your kind! We're gonna send
Your fingerprints off to Washington"!
And, friends,
when it heard the first blast
And then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
And the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
Looked more like
that weed, roll that weed
Just roll that weed, roll that weed
Aiyyo, yes, it's me the MC Grand Royal
You spittin' that 'Newcleus', I suggest you
come here, come here)
Move out to California
Do what I want 'cause I can
If I don't because I wanna
Be ignored by the stiff and the bored
Because I'm
come here, come here)
Move out to california
Do what I want 'cause I can
If I don't because I wanna
Be ignored by the stiff and the bored
Because I'm
know I'm sayin' 'funk' too many times in my rhymes
But if I wasn't that, I wouldn't freak it in the line
But it don't seems to matter 'cause my shit
it to your door
Yeah we still at the blocka
Sixty by the railroad
Only having hot shit the green
Shit is too slow
Working Pete booth we gon add
It if
turned me to a fucking man (21)
Living by the code, I don't talk to police (never)
Stand up when I'm pissing, can't no nigga ho me (pussy)
Rapping like
to get by lock you up in the Audy home
My house grow mold
Make me go beast mode
Pick the lock coming through the door blasting call it cheat code
ass (stinkin' ass)
Just roll that weed (roll that weed) just roll that weed (roll that weed)
Ayo yes it's me the MC Grand Royal
Spittin' that Newcleus
Across the railroad tracks, down the gravel road
Headlights throw a beam on the way back home
Lie down, lie down, listen wide awake
To the trains
go on tours on banana bus
D. O. same m.o., drive through bricks
Chicken shotty, that ass make me lie to my bitch
Word to god doc throw more lines then
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