Lyrics:
because I do it better than any man
And I been handed on by many men
Steppin' on shit like a marching band
I deliver the load like the postman
45 racks in
saying
Album drop off, you know what I'm saying, not even two months into the month
So, I mean, not even two months into the year
I'm gonna keep it funky
and hin (well allright)
and a nigga got drunk ass fuck
and now it's time for me to go and get my dick sucked (by who)
by a bitch I meat the other day
Dj Premier, lo mejor de hoy
De ayer un poco del Bronx
Tony Toca, y me paran de fucking pen
Imma try to make these niggas comprehend
Ustedes son los
[Kriminul (of Jigmastas)]
What, yo, Beyond Real, baby, Joc Max, baby
For the 99 and beyond, yo, check it out
Yo, by the some of the shit y'all spit,
In this little session of the promised land
Where I lounge wit' my homies and I'm freakin' my friend
I gots the 6-shoota' down by my side, sittin' in
[CHANT:]
(Woo, woo) Fellaz if you see 'em point 'em out
(Woo, woo) The type of girl that make you wanna shout
(Woo, woo) You gotta let her know what
you what I'm gonna do
I dip and I dab like a Mike Tyson jab
Even though there's flab I possess the gift of gab
I shoot it like a jammy and girls give
wake funky no make up
Rosie color glasses always looking fly
Have to be at work at 5 am
Said later on tonight we gone get it in
Love to watch her from
before it's too far gone
Go by y'r instinct, get down to the real thing
She's no lie, never leads you wrong
I've seen the macrodynamics,
strung· I'm about to cry·
Because I'm about to die
Verse 3: I'm still in court ·
and in my mind thoughts of death sink · By now I'm funky ·
I'm hungry plus
of wet Magic Shave (What's that funky smell?)
Some fool in a red mask totin' a one-eyed bass
Pulled it out, stuck it up the police officer's face
hustling Sunday to Sunday (Sunday)
Way back in the G, I used to sell out of the Cutlass (Cutlass)
They counted me out, but I told them I'd make it out one
sauce right now Ragu
I keep that pistol on my side in case a nigga wanna jump
If we make it to the coupe you getting hit wit the pump
I keep some bad
the system
Voice is smooth and recognizeable got ya lady smitten
Attention all rappers, I'm here to bring the pressure
They said it makes a diamond so let's
I'm who they hating on
They need to calm down because I'm the wrong one
I come from a town where niggas die by the gun
So if you not holding one it's
Ladies and gentlemen
Playas and hustlas
Riders and punks
We came to make it happen
Step the game up
Get y'all funk'd up aight?
It's an All Stars Game
polos
It all started my cousin got 'em got some heroin from Puerto Rico
We call it ?? and snorted by a lot of people
Going to the place where danger
hop in the back she mad country/First thing she say is damn it’s so funky
I pull out the sack lil mama you roll Dutches?/Hell yea I’m thinking this shit
the clouds
I'm proud, she makes me more proud
I'm allowed, to shroud, myself in glory, by telling my story
Oh here they go again, poor me, chicken poor he
expansion, get freaky with the fancy, you live by taking chances
survivors got the answers, the passion the flashy, it take a touch of class, just in order
as cattle led by ego grown in a cage
So I had to own it and change, well, let's call this show and tell
I took the name of an angel, call me Bodhiel
to digest or shit to try n forget
Shift to stick my minds a miss
It’s on autopilot flying in a whisp
Just living through my Chest stuck in my Head
prickly shit, that porcupine
Pot prescriptions, that funky shit you hit it then you quit it
Eyes closed, Indian style, sitting, my mind zones
Herbal
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