Lyrics:
Ah man down
They blowin' smoke who want it? (Line em up)
Ah man down
They blowin' smoke who want it? (One by one)
Ah man down
They blowin' smoke who
smart with your choices
Better look the road before you walk down the road
Enemies they lurk by the side
Oh my God man i better look the road
My man put
the virus.
Now he's heated, angers deep seeded
He thinks she runnin' roun' fuckin' with' this deep secret.
Not even thinkin' 'bout her man or her kids
Dre
Im a rockstar with a cause
Had a pause from being awesome
By any means get ya bread bro nah
pause dawg you gone lose it all
Man I hope y'all get it
Im a rockstar with a cause
Had a pause from being awesome
By any means get ya bread bro nah
pause dawg you gone lose it all
Man I hope y'all get it
out
Cause I'm the old school pervert
You know what I be all about
I'm lookin for a girl with some fat lips
And some nice hips
A honey dip to come
Yeah, I know times have changed
People come and go these days
Now I'm asking myself
Who's the man in the mirror?
And will I always feel alone?
look easy
I'm steady grinding man I swear you going to see me
Believe me
Trust me I brought everyone with me
Domestic violence how I beat up the kitty
We
Yea
Two, four, six
Kairos
Bad practice, see I prolly pon a boat with a actress (uh huh)
Babygirl hit my line, fully active
With de men, is a vibe,
Cause I erase his jug out to give man six
Cause he snitch when I blast
Straight with a lez
No bad boys use no ten procent
I get mad at youths straight
And what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas
Had a talk with Birdman he told me "kill these lil bitches"
Man they can't fuck wit me
I hope
stacks
Sixty M's later and three hunnid tax
Still losing weight with the south on my back, nigga
I pray you play by the rules
I came so close
worth twenty sixteens)
Smoke four-two oh with twenty-six teens
Fast forward four years
That's twenty-six G's
Ha ha haha, fuckin' bitches
While I'm puffin'
Circling back to the point about Jones losing his mind
That they'd harm us with aerosolized particulate matter
Sprayed from the sky
Look up my man Widdington
(miracle)
Her last man money hysterical
She from the six one nine, Rey Mysterio
I'm the same nigga bustin' their stereo
Yeah, my boys on the block selling
my baby ok/ ha verby ry nie, stop!/ kla by my sy kry nie tot/ ha bydie hysie, fok!
Chorus 1
Lets all go in/ its not too expensive/ we can bargain with
Nine miles of two-strand topped with barbed wire
Laid by the father for the son.
Good shelter down there on the valley floor,
Down by where
donned on my wrist,
Don’t speak on my name, don’t speak on me change, subtract one from six - just plead the fifth,
Rotator cuff torn, a man forlorn,
are created
equal.
That they are endowed by their creator with certain inalienable
rights.
That among these rights are Life, Yes sir!, Liberty,
death on every peagan
If I finish my night in some gutter with my throat cut
By some fake friends who had me doped up
Fill this whole planet with smoke
It's been six weeks
Since we got the news
That you passed away
Ah hell it's too soon
Don't even talk about it
Can't stop these tears from swelling
Mixing codiene with the perc
Got my vision blurred
Throwing six like Kareem
Bitch I'm ballin out the league
Man I gotta feed the team
Getting rich by any
High body, low body
Six bodies, Ten bodies
Act about it, be about it
Never seen a dead body
Call somebody, leave the party,
Act retarted, don't you
bars and they way too creative
I'm a smart but i'm a reckless kid
Loved by many, hated by less
With bro's and dargs hope u don't get bit
Don't follow
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