Lyrics:
And pack not one but two gats
And I'ma aim em at you black, true dat
The veteran that'll never retire
Devilish, judge the red in my eye
Judge the nine
to the studio
Write that shit, spit it, hit it, leave ya'll askin "Who dat?"
I'm the next nigga to boom, I assumed ya'll already knew that
Hip hop's hottest
eating. Oh well.
Sit here on the bench, take breather.
Leave y'a ....see ya! Wouldn't wanna be ya.
Two shots of Patron and some ether
Take a red bone home
Troy]
Welcome to the New World Order.
Atlanta, Georgia.
[Chamillionaire]
Houston, Texas, he already know.
[Pastor Troy]
The south is takin over
Everyday
Veerse 2
When I'm stuck at the Red Sea
With no where to go
He'll be fighting for me
When the enemies came in like a flood
He'll raise
nigga, let's go
I'm on dat Grey Goose, a lil' Red Bull
So ya know how I'm feelin' tonight
(I know how ya feelin' tonight)
I just called, I ain't want
Yessir, Red and Meth in the muthafucking building, nigga
Yeah, yeah, ya'll already know the muthafucking business, nigga
Agh, let's go, yo check it
doing it all-day
Ask my boy PT he knows My freestyling craze
Extraterrestrial like ET
Your Hoes cannot mess with me
Azada's Locas that’s how it be
You
Joanlee - ”H.I.D.I.”
Written by: Joanlee
VERSE 1:
I see a bigger picture for a particular lifestyle
Things coming together and adding up like my
with one bitch, leave with two
By myself at the top like cocoon
When I'm in the coupe I feel like a cocoon
Designer gifts red bottoms baboon
We
my mind spinning like a tilt-a-whirl
Hallelujah, good Lord almighty
She got me mesmerized when she walks by
I'm losing my head over heels
In a red
When I come down
When I come down
I'll be around
All over town
I won't stop by
Not even for goodnight
Ooo I know the truth
I'm already dead and gone
emptied a pot of lentils into the ashes for you.
If you have picked them out again in two hours' time,
you shall go to the ball with us.
LITTLE RED RIDING
Poverty
We can finally enjoy rap music without unpleasantries
Look my rhyme scheme is already increasing by like 3
And they finally fixed the infrastructure
1999 (Yeah)
TLC, M-O-B (And Goodie Mob)
The synergy of ghetto sounds for the Y-2-G
(What'cha wanna do with it?)
What it is, what it ain't
(What?)
fantasies
come right over and hit the dope don't be 2 panicky
i don't hustle for my sanity
i just do it to make money gee
if you ain't got my paper bitch
cause they're already dead
Ptsd up in my head got me smoking meds
Bodie's drop down to the floor all I think is red
So I'm separating bud from all these
Where you want to fly? Give you wings like Red Bull (Red Bull)
We'll be flyin on the jet skies like Jet Blue
You freaky I could probably give your knees
you arrested!" We said, "Go ahead!
We're having our drink anyway." We'd already finished half by this... we were 'faced!
Gets off at Jersey.... yes, you
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
the girl over, (bend)3xthe girl over/
[verse two:]
Young soulja ay ay ay ay ay/
She a dime piece in shawty in the all red lingerie/
She said im like a x
like bees
We the G's that be's and I'll flow from over seas
Hold the trees big moe while I split the optimo
In a wide body Benz-O going bout 4
Oh,
of moonlight
Over the purple moor
When the highwayman came riding
Riding, riding
The highwayman came riding
Up to the old inn door
He'd a French cocked
spent 40 on you (Hey)
I'll throw it all over you
Put 30 black, put 30 on red, put 30 on you (Hey)
I ain’t 30 down I got love for you (Hey)
This buzz ain’t
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