Lyrics:
the pyramids in Giza
Got me tripping like Cameron Diaz in Tanzania
A family guy, I'm not Brian, Stewie, or Peter
I'm using poetic license like onomatopoeia
reasonable suspicion
Listen I bring friction to your whole jurisdiction
You planted seeds in my seat when I wasn't lookin
Now you ask me for my license
whoop, we knew he was gonna do that
He want my license and registration
And all of my personal information
He even asked me my occupation
I politely ask
smoke weed
talk about the greed or the cults when folks bleed
talk about the situation like we going change things
focus on our occupations while we blow
a couple grand
Him seh mek mi see di license and registration
And where are yuh headed what's yuh occupation
Dun know seh raggamuffin nah go answer
trance, seh, it cost a couple grand
Him seh mek mi see di license and registration
And where are yuh headed? What's yuh occupation?
Dun know, seh,
pride and joy like Stevie Ray Vaughan
Got a lot of dollars off my occupation
Jealous, poppin off, it's obvious they pocket change shrunk
Now they wanna
occupation/
..it didnt take too long, they started dating, now they 3 years in and still chasing/
..got a newborn near they still grinding, so he bought her
strip duh
You bai going pon a spin wam flex nuh
Hear wam budday hold on pon a Granger
Gimme yuh documents, bun dem itation
Ah wan yuh license and yuh
a dream is?
It’s been a long time and I ain’t seen the inside of my eyelids
Running on fumes with an out of state license
So please no police I’m in a lease
License or not you gotta bring it everywhere
Niggas try take my shit so I had to take it there
Grew up in the jungle so I had to shake the fear
Got
you ask me
Sliding with no license fuck the main take the bacc streets
Tryna find a balance between roccing and a athlete
Regardless occupations ima
the rest of population
Not a license or a formal given occupation
Ran up to me and just started out the operation
Pulled me out and then they start to harass
never learn
Here we go again you're hard headed
Here we go again got to go over the same thing 15 times
Here we go again i can't take it
Occupation
existence
Killin brain cells like it's my occupation
Reaching for millions when I haven't sniffed thousands
Cut out my heart and put it on the canvas
Rip out
Re-Runs
Watch us leave guns, leave blood in a crisis
Leave you lifeless like a pre-cum
Got a license for this mean drum, I'm Seagram's
We run this racket
dare to be alive
Ghostwriting could be my occupation
But my words cost an arm and a leg, you'll need organ donations
I oppose the physical laws
NWA
gotta load yo' site
Up to buy a full
If you don't know that lingo
Thats the full name
Address, social security number, date
Of birth, drivers license
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