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grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
boys for your scene
But we are not making an acceptance speech
I found the safest place to keep all our old mistakes
Every dot-com's refreshing for
nude,
Spread mayonaise
And kaopectate all over your body and take you down to Hollywood Boulevard and we can,
We can walk down the streets by the stars
Music is supposed to inspire
How come we ain't gettin no higher?

I know you think that you've got it all
And by making other people feel small
Makes you
'Cause in my mind
Music from Jamaica, all the love that I found
Pull over there's a reason why my soul's unsound

It's you
It's that shit stuck under
Ayo, queens get the money, niggas still screaming, paper chasing
But presidential candidates is planning wars
With other nations over steak with
no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do the language
table
I'm goin' always be here, and y'all always gonna fear

The bronx making them records cause we always prepared
Got sons you don't know about,
my mind
Music from Jamaica, all the love that I found
Pull over there's a reason why my soul's unsound

It's you
It's that shit stuck under my
Hey yo,
Queens get the money niggas still screaming, paper chasing
But presidential candidates is planning wars with other nations over steak with
a gritty fiend for, 
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
'Cause in my mind
Music from Jamaica, all the love that I found
Pull over there's a reason why my soul's unsound

It's you
It's that shit stuck under
survival
Money-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets
Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see
you dies
Like nunchucks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meaning no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know why?
Because one's four-five might
here, they scheme over one another mouth to feed
? with a decision to make, now words shake your destiny
But a missile will take it all the way just
tell me where them niggas at before I take your ass hostage
He said "Alright. Around six around five
Of them niggas was riding around here in a maroon
Revolutionary, scary
Thought provoking, spoken,
Words of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three making us free in my
their hands in the air
And all my boogie down broads,big blue screen yeah
We know Queens in here
And the money making Manhattans over here by HA
and drove away
Then I turned my radio on
And did fifty five all the way home
I pulled up in the driveway
Hopped out and slammed the car door
Then go in
thought it
Made an album over 100,000 people bought it
Thank you

[chorus]

[verse 3]
To all the youngers cotchin on the staires in the flats
With
California with some new shit
I'm Sir Too Short I'm bout to do this
In 1981, that's where it all begun
We do it for the money we don't rap for fun
Five
don't stop

Real eyes down south thighs
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo don't stop, don't stop

Get your freak
kettle, bitch
High pitched, fly shit, five settle, five words like the bandit lord
I think this weed got me paranoid
Middle finger to my enemies, I say all
We're the Beta Band and we're nice and clean
We all ????? the light and the ????? never mean
Times have changed we used to be smelly
We lived in
Do the snake do the freak do the pop now drop
Yo don't stop don't stop
Real eyes down south thighs
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all