Lyrics:
of call
But the seas were rough
And the ice was tough
And they were hit with frozen squalls
By January's Ides
They were two hundred miles
From their first
get some
Only here for the popcorn and the thrill of having fun
Mr sulu ahead warp factor two
Shout out to my fellow journeymen the one triple nine crew
been smokin' on this joint so long I do not care at all
I been mixin' red, mix it with the fuckin' Adderall
I hope when you see me that you see me crash
gonna make it far with a clip joint
Make a mistake and you lit up like at gun point
Where you live? What you make? Where you come from?
All these
crew a chosen few legit minds
Who live prime shorty's on some fly stuff
Admitted that can't resist mines
Mahogany complexion body probably dressed in
My
to stay boy!
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and murk to get murked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my
and Jay the only two that understand my pain the reason we became a crew
Was only 9 ain’t understand a lot
Like Jay yo mama gave you everything, and Teddy
and shinning on hoes,
This is that joint that be grinding on bones,
Look for yo fan cus he probably be gone,
You do what you can,
I do what I want,
Cus Im
understand that I stand above you
Your whole crew could round up and still just be 4'2
I haven't been impressed by any of these pro dudes
I just dance along
a phone, that's how you know she ain't a hoe
QuinX rolled up another joint, we pass it round, we smoke
Playing by my own rules
In a league of my own
don't stop
Don't, don't stop (Jay)
One, one, two, two, three, three
The, the Hollis, Hollis crew, crew
For, for, for, for, for the love now
Cool
don't stop
Don't, don't stop (Jay)
One, one, two, two, three, three
The, the Hollis, Hollis crew, crew
For, for, for, for, for the love now
Cool
(skrrt skrrt)
Make too much cash today (I did)
I got to flex tomorrow (let's go)
She wanna sex my charm
Two tonne Rolex, robot arm (Sky-dweller, look)
nah nah the man wasn't really that what
One nine four two hits my system
Man get way too frosty buzzy
Girls from the past that lost me love me
Same ones
[Verse 1]
Yo, yo forget the club
Today we play in the block
It's going down and it's blazing hot
Jeff pop the new CD turn tables joints
You just
to a wicked woman's ways
"Why son?" She's trying to get paid, check it
One: She said she wanted to give me a son
Two: She said she didn't like my crew
Here's a swab for ya ear (to clean out ya lobe)
And listen to a few views from two crews spittin' for the art of it
We ain't takin' over but damn sure
Here's a swab for ya ear (to clean out ya lobe)
And listen to a few views from two crews spittin' for the art of it
We ain't takin' over but damn sure
at the best, still only second or less
And even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest
Bigger distress, whole crew avoidin the rest
You know
Mengele-ng-gang-gang-gang, Schlenk crew, teď okupujem šenk
Ty nikdy nebudeš patřit mezi nás
Ledaže by jsi vzal doslovně, že si máš zlomit vaz
Co je? Jedeme hrot jak stroje,
'Cause baby mama screamin'
"Your daughter 12 months"
Can't live life slingin' rocks
And smokin' blunts (ugh)
Hangin' with the niggas don't pay the bills
pork.
[Verse 2]
Shit.
Were not trying to be cool or the cleverest kids
But it was probably this crew who drank the beverages.
That's why writing time
The exhale's volcanic, the inhale is seismic
So brothers just panic when the Live one arrives with
The natural ability to run through your crew
On 2
brews, shoot some pool, act a fool, til its 2
Take some tokes with the crew
Get me on the next level from straight to loop
I'm just tryin' to catch
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