Lyrics:
feet
And I could barely pay attention cuz I was half asleep
Until I realized she wanted me to play her a song
I'd hardly sat up she put the guitar in
moo
Farmer: don't tell me it wasn't cause I saw it and that was out
Cow: moo
Farmer: by at least 3 feet that's how far, come in look there is still
Whole squad getting money this is love this love
Look we live by the motto
Run it
Run it
Run it up
Transplants got the city on smash
See them gangs
my heart
If people try to break us up, I'll never never let 'em
I know this time, I found the one
And we'll just overcome
She knocks me off of my
could take this chance
If only I could break this trance
If only I could
If only I could
If only I could
Straightening my coiled up life
Through
I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin'-ass mom
Ayo, flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack
Weed laced with
what it seems
Times change and people do too
Your circle look a lil smaller now
It breaks your heart to see em do what they do
They move different when
You can look me up and down, and my DJ too
Because we make up the boogie down productions crew
Takin' out MC's on the 1, 2, 3
No matter who they
Na na na na
Yeah, three years in the lab
And I'm finally out
Spittin' grimey flows from my grimey mouth
Can I get a "Fuck yeah"
(Fuck yeah) Fuck
Lemme tell you a story a kid who's pops wasn't really wit him
Just three brothers and his mother grew up struggling in the system
Shit you probably
And y'all pussy niggas smaller than a molecule
Out!
I left my passport overseas
Where it get dark after 3
Never leave the house 'less I'm awfully flee
Always
Ok let’s do the the math
Seven days out the week I’m writing to a new beat
Multiplied by the funk that got ya movin' ya feet
Yo girl looking more
a mag', and blow yo feet up out yo Top Tens
I'm the one they call in to torture ya
Smackin' your bitch and forcin' her in the back seat of an old Corcia
blind to these lies, they die younger
In this New World the Order slaughter men, women, and children
Ten feet gates surround the building keep us
what we do. X2
Verse
One two, one two three, counting pretty girls who be comin’ by me. Look around, look around and it’s all mamis, who wanna get up
As the smoke clears you can hear
And the ringing in your ears just disappears
Your body's soft, but you still want more
You might end up
Get it in, get it out, turn it up, turn it down
Big Snoop dog and soulja boy, told ya boy in your mouth,
Make it bang, make it bounce, break it up
They can go and gas on their rap Tracks with their fruity beats
And get distracted by hashtags and All the booty meets
Up to Syd, me n mac be back with
yourself
So when you judge books even by the cover, you put you on the top shelf
Now I'm done talking, I'm walking, but the coals make my feet hot
Come so
break ya
Oh
On your feet
Don't you break
Everything will be alright
I'll be by your side
On your feet
Don't you break
Everything will be alright
I'll be
an accident
pick up the thirty-three per-cent
and retire somewhere out of the snow.
They'd figured that the bigger the policy
the better so sent
shit, bend notes, clear no samples
Drop my thoughts quick on Sony audio handheld
Delve and breaks heat will take it to the streets
What up to Rhett
right (3) , that's right (3)
Run all over y'all niggas (3)
What y'all gon' do 'bout it? (3)
Uh, Bossed Up when we roll (3)
Uh, Bossed Up in control (3
coat if you’re cold after sundown
Curly Q it’s you how can I break the news?
Step by step
Take it day by day
Give up your cocoon
Wings on display
Do
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