Lyrics:
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em
Now I'ma show 'em
Her posse beat me by the threes, I call 'em Reggie Miller
She roll my weed in giant ?, she tall
the bleachers (Ball Game)
Nîggas down bad broke as hell, playing blackjack (Bum)
I be in the hood, making serves in a black cat
I can't fuck with her, can't be
black brothers are still incarcerated
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock
Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks
Look up in my
nigga
The wigga
Connection flex from Ingle Watts to Texas
Ridin' coast to coast heated in a Lexus
Out the gutter, born to smuggle
K ball sag so much you
incarcerated
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock
Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks
Look up in my mailbox, I get letters from my
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
get high, y'all
Need it, need it to get by, y'all (oh, I need)
Can you get me high, y'all? (Hey)
I wanna get high, y'all
I wanna get high, y'all
(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas throw they sets up
Couldn't hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all disrespect
I'll snatch you by your
to see me rise
Because when we get high we get 'em
Should have seen how we did' em
Must a been the weed in 'em
But as long as I'm alive
I'm
you just think you everything"
Make it rain in the club
See the storm looking out your window pane
B ball i'm classic, no Reebok
Your girl sat on this
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
bitches, they call me Larry/by the way I get back to the hustle, this shit is scary/runnin circles round the game, I’m engaged to be married shit/I’m just
get high, y'all
Need it, need it to get by, y'all (oh, I need)
Can you get me high, y'all? (Hey)
I wanna get high, y'all
I wanna get high, y'all
no more but he's lost the sight in one eye
It's not Holby City he's not Doctor Dre
Come over for a spliff or a quick X-ray
He's Mike Balls and he's got
here's a clue (hey)
He came to the ball in his wife-beater, lost his Nike shoe
It's in your ass (hey), he's in your ass
He's all up in your psyche too
he's in, yo, yo
The most critically acclaimed, slang contortionist
That ain't suckin' corporate dick
Said it with my balls in grip
Other hand got
think Matilda here
This extension is high demand for
This ratchet it's Brazilian hair
Y'all sat him in hot water
Like it stays on a silverware
I blend in
I'm in a Lexus getting some head yeah smoking to vibe yeah smoking and drivin It caught yo ass by surprise
Huh, This weed cost a fortune to buy
All
niggas gon' run in high when the scan season
And the Butcher comin', motherfucker
Never seen a pot (pot), you never seen a blender (a blender)
I got
wanna roll my pain to get by
Cause legends never die
Legends never die
I just wanna ride
I just wanna smoke my weed and get high
I just wanna roll my pain
(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas throw they sets up
Couldn't hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all disrespect
I'll snatch you by your
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