Lyrics:
a little sick and different
And I mean it when I said it
Do you remember that?
[Hook 2]
Hell motherfuckin ya
You don't want to get in trouble with
the pace running personally run the race
I done seen these 忍者s from across the way by the bay
Seen them out with the blade I see these 忍者s everyday
a freak for the gang she gon' run that shit
Told her 1, 2, 3, gon' and bust that shit
On down
Get it in for the low, man I swear she on go, that's my lil
to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble
to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble
Yea
And this for all my fans who been fucking with my music for a lil' minute
I don't know what's wrong with these niggas
Woke up this morning
Sixty over sixty with no brakes, there ain't no stopping me now
A million thoughts a minute, any minute I'm gonna drown
Two million people in this
minute I'm gonna drown
Two million people in this city, yet it's a desolate town
Weird stares, blank space, wears a dead face with a frown
So sick
the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy
Hey hey girl
Now your telling you need a minute or two
To think about those 4 letters you said to me
Your pushing me to the ledge
Hangin over
Saint,
also from the Kottonmouth Kommitte, was caught by survalence
camera
At JJ's Liqour in the city of Orange
Making off with 2 cases of beer, 1 pint
time
But shit is now reality
A lot of old girls
That just couldn't stay mad at me
Been a long time coming and you hate it nigga
I'll be the first
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two
hey)
(Hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey)
Two-face
I'm so fucking two-faced
Tell me that I'm too fake
You love me on a Monday and you hate me by
to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble
used to there every minute every hour when you want me to
Now I think it over sitting in the shower for a day or two
And by the time I find I’ve been
know what I'm talking bout the Sunday Feeds
2 minute noodles & that fried Corned Beef
For the rest of the week, that?s all there is
Go to school
Meet me by the bar
Don't say this enough
But I need you
Might take a couple more drinks to say what I want
But I need to
Know it's been a minute
But
some time in Californ-i-a
Tryin to shake these tine sheets of memory
Walkin the streets of Monterey
I know you never loved me
Wish I could say the same
hate sauerkraut
That's all I'm really tryin' to say
And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up
And find yourself in an existential quandary
Two bucks an hour
You can hire a car
You can go most anywhere
That depends on who you are
You can be your own boss
Takin' your own time
The sun
aid blue
Im sippin on this drank
I am the man I really thought you knew
So homie do not hate
This tree that ganja call this misdemeanor
Smoking
around time to time
You was a dime, I thought you was mine
But you kept on putting up walls like a mime
Always by yo side, you was my slime
I make you
And all I am is a man
I want the world in my hands
I hate the beach but I stand
In California with my toes in the sand
Use the sleeves of my sweater
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