Lyrics:
a bar
In da roof know you see the stars
Drive the scat like A race car
Cut the beat just play the guitar
Kicking shii with out my blick bitch that's been
Yeah
Loud-
Nation
Hmm
I be feelin' like I'm Spike Lee
'Cause my life's a movie based on how they watch me
Leather jacket, Steve Maddens-
No one's
Fire in my eyes feelin like Zuko
Got it in mind call that bih pseudo
Looking around searching for loopholes
You know
Price to the sky be higher than
make your body move, get smooth like Billy Dee
Get you hopin, make you beg for the third leg twice
'Cause I _Make it Funky_ like my name was Greg Nice
the Don) 'Pac do it like that
Rhymin' and stealin', sellin' five million
(Outlaw, ninety-nine)
Fresh out on bail, niggas still can't see me
(Napoleon,
the Don) 'Pac do it like that
Rhymin' and stealin', sellin' five million
(Outlaw, ninety-nine)
Fresh out on bail, niggas still can't see me
(Napoleon,
the head
Like damn he ain't doing like that
then I went and bought me a shaker
My brudda jefe we back to back in a scat
Jumped in the game
And went
Greg that's what you on?
Greg just been focus on millions
Craving some sleep from depression
But when i get up all a young nigga know is go get it
This
the richest men alive, but
Yeah we get by
Yeah we get by (that's right)
Not the richest men alive, but
Yeah we get by
Yeah we get by
We might not the richest
make your body move, get smooth like Billy Dee
Get you hopin, make you beg for the third leg twice
'Cause I _Make it Funky_ like my name was Greg Nice
around with a white nigga that look like slim shady Bout to hit the renty plug then go crazy
Bitch i'm in a scat pack that do like 180 then switch
I'm speeding down the "I" like I'm scat racing
Niggas hating bitch I'm peeping all the mad faces
I done got up on the Za now a nigga lazy
A nigga
to start where we gain
Like how the fuck is you trying to diss me on my own beat?
Baby how the fuck you gon' say I'm cheating you did that for me?
By the way
be pretty
It's our forlorn hope
Not for the faint of heart
We have no pop sense abilities
Not that our hooks don't cut it
We just like it
cop me some land yea
Pull up in a trans am yea
Hop in the whip do the dash yea
Ball out like i'm steve nash yea
Ohhhh I gotta plan
Ima go hard as I can
My brother said that I was rotten to the core
I was the youngest child, so I got by with more
I guess she was tired by the time I came along
She'd
lose my streak I got to stay on track
No falling back, cause I know niggas don't got my back like me
So I keep that strap by me
These niggas can't get no
Senior Constable George Devine had been sleeping soundly when he was suddenly
woken by the sound of a galloping horse. It was Saturday, February 8
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Music by Finny McConnell, Jamie Oliver, Greg Norton
Lyrics by Greg Norton
Shit
It's like 10 in the mornin'
Me and my nigga Greg up
Aye nigga what up?
Where you at nigga? You tryna smoke up?
Yeah-yeah-yeah I got these bads
started working on my first album.
I did ask Steve, if he could help me produce it. Even though I knew I couldn't afford him. He told me that he could
that doesn't get me super stressed out in the bath
But now the lights been turned off
Swimming around in the dark
Like a struggling fish
Unaware of its
bye yea
We got the draces and the glocks and the k's we gone make 4th of July
Whippin that scat its like hunned the dash
Ion care bout her feelings I'm
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
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