Lyrics:
fuckers stayin' mad
Bastard, I'm a Snow, just like what we writing in
I get high and ride dragons just to come home again
We in the stu', too high to even
won't be long to fall the specter
Skip me all of the ceremonial lecture
Gets hot, as I'm talking bout it
My brain slow, but emotions are racing
Boom boom boom what’s up now, motherfucker?
Dave, the ex-con driving old trucks
Don’t give a flyin' fuck if
You’re sober or drunk
Just move the hell
the youngest
Out that was poppin'
But I didn't have a home yet
Hootie had? in me until I met Top Dawg
Told Dave that he'd like to meet
Me at the studio
Made me
stars like I'm Harvey Specter
Hot headed, I swear that I had a dream though
A young fire before I had spoken with Avelino
And nowadays music's got my
Goliath is now prone decapitated Dave goes home
It is one on one in this singles combat
Will to kill a Titan
It's deemed Goliath has already won
Does Dave
deep for it
Do right for my next life
Let me get some too
I remember roaches, mama lost focus
I was at home, no lights, no food
Heard that the joke
what you think
Pass the 40 right by me
Cause you know I don't drink
I remain sober when I drop a hit
But I put gum in my ass cause I like to pop shit
heard!), Chicago! Uh huh (Man!)
Shout to Bionce Foxx, Kid Robot, shout out to Roxy, (Tre), shout to Miss Jones Too Hot 97
(Choco Joc), everybody gave me
the problems of the world go by like balloons
If tomorrow come now (it might be too soon)
Too soon?
I want the boom in the back of the truck
Ain't nuttin'
scooped up by this roughneck from Cuba?
We do maneuvers like Super Dave, always with a group of babes
Sayin "Mami's out" like Sugar Ray
Cause Cuban Link
my cards
I prayed to the skies and I changed my stars
I went to the malls and I balled too hard
"Oh my God, is that a black card?"
I turned around
Catch a nigga by they self, or they with they fam, fuck it they get shot too
Ni-niggas know how I rock nigga
Thirty shots in this Glock nigga
I ain't
hitting my dome (dome), I'm too high man, I gotta go home (go yard)
Gang book flights and go, man already know how this ting goes (yeah)
The ting goes
(yeah)
Me, I just hustle and flow
Find a track, start and pimp on a ho
The block got hot, a nigga had to get low
Get the fuck outta dodge and hit
My uncle
Hold the dice, NYPD alarm, need to be calm
Nothin' but gunshots, kids need to be home
Block so hot, the fire hydrant need to be on
(Harlem)
The fiends
many pictures of us two
Flashing and dancing now this voodoo
Just brought my sister's ghost to my room
Days go by now the toys here too
Telling me wicked
And I
was there, so was Dave, Adrian, Steve, and Bruce. Haha! Good job too, or else we'd have had a piece of
black vinyl! Mmmm. So. Now, these gigs we did
sharing this dicc she shiesty
None of her home girls like me she go to war with this dick she feisty
Shoot this shot like Spike Lee
She a hot lil bih hot
lit, but me and Dave East wasn't feelin' it
P from QC gettin' sued by his BM
The cokehead to have five abortions worth 15 Ms
Talkin' 'bout Lira
why I do this
Black on a nigga like who’s it
Fuckin yo bitch kuz she choosing
Send her back home on da bus cause she losing
Like I’m too hot so get off
want to know where the hell you been
Oh Left Eye
Teachers, children, mothers, and thugs
Everybody loves Miss Left Eye
Hot hot (burn)
Hot hot
me floating up if you should find me gone (meet you in a child's day)
My feet can't cross the parking lot
The parking lot is way too hot
My feet
with his cousin
His homies bagged all kind of crack
Corey went home to his family on the daily
His homies had other niggas around, he knew 'em barely
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