Lyrics:
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
saber like Vader
He was fooled by the inter-pre-atation made from a traitor
Mc's get their wigs blown, trounced off my fistbone
Choked from my death,
of sugar cane
And when I kick my legs, I got rhythm
My great grandpa was a blues lover
He'd be rockin' his moonshine to
BB king and Jimmy Reed, rock
off, but still talking to me
Cuz I heard about the story in 73'
See, young Sue was walking, hitching a ride
A Chevy pulled up and she got inside (No)
He
a piece of sugar cane
and when I kick my legs I got rhythm
My Great Grandpa was a blues lover
He be rockin his moonshine to B.B. King and Jimmy Reed
Rock
was doing
Taking over their own streets so they could improve 'em
He keep busy as a bone just burning and looting
So by four in the morning, baby he
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album
[Verse 1]
My, first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would
blues right on his wrist
Ace of Spade made it rain
I bet they like that soon as we throw it
Turn around and we make right back
Skeez said he got
A nerdy wordsmith with a love of performing
Music was in my bones and circulating my bloodstream
So seeing me blowing up was always everyone's dream
an acrobat
And ends up in the real world where he's fucked by housecat
A bathroom where the toilet is a portal instead
With another on the ceiling so you poop
on the horizon is covered by a clear blue sky. So deep and volumetric, it is mesmerizing in its purity. And if you look at it for a long time, it seems it could
He was born in Big Beaver by the borderline
He started playing hockey by the time he was nine
His dad took the hose and froze the back yard
I'm not limited by the size of my frame
Like it or not I'm a tiger unchained
Even if I touch fame, remain unchanged
Zeddy bear on the MPC and he
SONG: CODYBEAR LIVE
WRITTEN BY: GREENLEAF (BMI)
PRODUCED BY: LOKEY (BMI)
[FIRST VERSE]
I MINT COINS WHERE CATS BE DIGGIN FA BONES...
PAW PRINTS
One goes through this rhyme that you
He made up his mind
That every little thing he does
Be designed to entertain you (yeah)
Oh (yeah), his whole
the cradle
Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the spoon
Little Boy Blue higher than the moon
Will he, will he want a weapons, will he wanted the wound
I come
low numbers
I put a half on it change the color working wonders
Can't get caught up in my feelings was bought up by some killers
No aggression I be
dip?
Sold you a paper bag, guess he saw you comin'
VCR from a neck-bone bummin'
Ten dollars brother, he was hummin' and strummin'
Only had twenty, he
dip?
Sold you a paper bag, guess he saw you comin'
VCR from a neck-bone bummin'
Ten dollars brother, he was hummin' and strummin'
Only had twenty, he
a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
Puts an album out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out
But I'm right around necks like a collar bone
One day they gon say how Monty blow?
How that boy rockin shows?
I made a smash bro,
Then I blue overall
by Mandela
My grandfather made my career
Crazy thing is he did it from Whitney Pier
Vet or World War Two he had no fear
Ah man wish he was still
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