Lyrics:
Elmo's out in the hood one morning
So pissed off that he put out a warning
Said if he ever see Ernie or Bert
Swear on his life that they gonna get
"How you doin' bert?
"Wel, not so good Charlie. My back's gone out and I cut my finger kinda
Gnarly. The job's the same and so's the boss. He's still
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
power got his ass go crazy
Bert went out of town just to make one drop
But hoping he meet a cop or boy set up a new shop
And that shit was wack life
Bank
Interstate 88
Bee Bert
Damn nigga speeding like a Motherfucker
I took an exit
Could've got got got yo bitch from Texas
We don't text that's my
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
Friday
(Niggas ain`t got shit to do)
(So we gon` get fucked up)
Who dat?
[Verse 1]
Bert and Hussein, back to back now that`s flammable
Smokin` ya
pub than the papers
More papers than the press, oh yes I gets paid
Check it I didn't grow up up po po
But once you get grown and out on your own
can't keep get Billie and his uncle out my fucking Goodie Bag
Without your shank you can't thank
Without your niggas you up the creek, stank with
What's up there chomo
Listen here
Put your balls in my mouth
Damn
Let's go full trottle
Put your balls in my mouth
How do you get a job here der fuck face
Keep the fye on the pillow, I sleep ready
Don’t come by with the threats, I get deadly
Spent your rent on my dog ont care bout nun’
Don’t talk to me
bombs, and word to mom, I'ma blow his arms
Six shot rhyme, my forty-four is made by ? arms
I put some diss in the steps, and damage all your reps
Or how rigid, niggas still get it
I kill wicked motherfuckers with the rhymes that I structures
In my third eye, know you heard I
Study math like
but I guess it doesn't matter now
The tide starts to edge out I finish my pint
I ask them if they won't to walk on the beach
But Bert has ordered
but I guess it doesn't matter now
The tide starts to edge out I finish my pint
I ask them if they won't to walk on the beach
But Bert has ordered
Used to crush on Cathy she was classy
Like where my teacher stay
Hanging out the drop smokin kush pack
You gon get somebody hurt
Seemed i hurt they
Taking blue pills
I'm out my mind
Mixing the Raf with number nine
Take percs and x at the same damn time
If I lose my main still got my side
I took
before I even get to the beach
With my Trans-atmospheric space based mirrors
Can you write that out without typographical error?
Dumb fucks I'm the best
happens your indeed going to say
"Ow"
As you get plowed by an assassin
Oh, shoot I just revealed my master plan
Renegade, lemonade
One thing I gave you was
a different time
Just living day by day
Praying for good ways
Prepare for harsh hate
Praying to god that he save my life
I'm just tired of living wrong I just
out at school yes I'm a scholar
Passing the bucket I'm dropping my dollar
I fear God just read my shirt
If I fall I don't get hurt
We too close like
keep it fly, Lauren is archery
Don't get it twisted, realistic, I could part the sea
My life is fast, I take a chance when I insert the key
And then I
where we stand
Do we share this special thing called love
I know I do, what about you
I just can't get enough of your love (I need you in my life
where we stand
Do we share this special thing called love
I know I do, what about you
I just can't get enough of your love (I need you in my life
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