Lyrics:
mans drug is what the homies was all rockin that night
They popped a couple brews that part was skipped by myself
But like this white we had had came
[Featuring Smif-N-Wessun]
Verse One: Steele
Here we go, break of day, with a mad live session
Down in Bucktown it's Black Moon,
verbal hallucination
Choking on your dream, helpless be the nation
Purple puff leave you white like a geisha
Start it slow, your eyes might get a major
respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You
shorelines
Here am I
Between two planets
In the black daylight of space
Between two heavenly bodies
The invisible man.
Ripping out the radio
I want
Two twin glocks, get him cut like some grass
Smoking green with the men, we just puff it and pass
Nigga take off that chain, shit looking like glass
What’s happening y’all? It’s
Terrace Martin, ay, so check it out
I got three microphones, three of the
Dopest emcees, a drum machine
Two turntables
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
circumcision
And things could get more ugly than Coolio when his hair frizzin
My mind's a Warfield like Marsha or Justin
Psychosis be exploding by spontaneous
indeeds so come and blaze a q.
Verse 1
Blazing no I never quit I smoke untill I never breathe, and if I go to heaven give me 7 keys of lemon please, 11
you do
Get loose get loose
Bout to hit the club second round verse two
Sliding to the spot linking up with the crew
Bottles lined up a lot of brown no
come through
I think Puff 'N Mic is the move
If you ready by seven I'll scoop
I think I might get high and perform too
I'm Kickin' it
I'm Kickin' it
I'm
Less seen and less heard, It's the pillage
Live where we die for trade, orphans of the industry, rise up against
Pretense, DJ's of segregation come
of Vodka, few jars of dro
I give a fuck if they play this on the radio
G'z in the buildin' its all gravy though
I jus came for a lil bit fellatio
'Cause
you loud am
Wata wata bam bam
We getting moves uhh
Give them moves uhh
See the camera flash we de for rumour
2 by 2 uhhh
You know the rules
We
Wake up & go get it
Got no choice but to get it
It won’t take nun but a minute
I gotta stay on top like a fitted
I don’t just talk it I live it
with her crew, now ma niggas can have some too
Believe and we move (Believe and we move) O'shooti me 2 (Pow! Pow!!)
The liquor was good, now we sipping
about is bad ass habits
The gun shots scream loud
So I soak the radio from upstairs to outside the house
With the extended cord no night is boring
to the whites
You live like a movie but a movie my life
[Chorus]
I'm the life of the party
(Every time I show up)
I'm the life of the party
(Every time I
to wreck the crew
we be havin mad fun
Niggas known me from day one
lifestyles of the rich and shameless
Violat'in they were even nameless
Verse 2
greens in a pot
Say you the one, not the two, better yet, you not
Why your sales so high? Cause they bought by a bots
Take some notes, young man, learn
body.
Rolling exotic, I'm out of my body.
Lil thotie on molly, she out of her body.
I fuck her, I left her, no dolly.
I roll her, I lick her, I puff her.
of dro
I give a fuck if they play this on the radio
G'z in the buildin its all gravy though
I jus came for a lil bit fellatio
Cause 25 to 1 is the ratio
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