Lyrics:
federal cases with legal aids
The unlit stage tonight performing lime desires to eat
Can get you in a 8 by 5, the Corner's younger
I smell, feel, touch
Making you dumber than a fucking door knob
Avalanche they brains with white shit
That's a snow job
Discovered by little shorties
While stealing forties
home
Ring-ring-ring-ring pick up your phone
It's Slacks calling it's time to roll
All these other guys is nominal rappers
They put beats on words that
on the back
Of my granddaddy's jalopy stroking my little puppy
Then my friend chucky was like (Sucky fucky five dollar)
So I grabbed the little bitch by
just let the sound team
Up with something, that just sounds supreme
That's the one God, that's the most high
Rio de Janeiro is close by
I keep her
how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white
and as pure as skies
I struggle for the words and then give up
My head's up with the birds and the seagulls
A little piece of mind that I know better
Than
you have
To go but don't worry
We'll get you out it's a
Mix-up" So they took me in
To the police station
They strip searched me and
Took me into
[Bizzy Bone "Chorus in background"]
Turn my vocals up.....turn my vocals up, turn'em, turn'em up, a little more
Turn'em up a little more, turn'em up
up the lights
You and I make sense
Knows what the other one wants with no pretense
Or defense in other words anything goes
When I go to make my way
my high breakin' rules
You got ya P's mixed up
You ain't no pimp
You's a forty
I spit for major mix
While you make tapes for ya homie
and I got new ones
No fake ones, trust no one
It's Boy Better Know 'til I die
Tryna run up in the bank like Bonnie and Clyde
'Cause
Man get money
you right
Comprendo
Baby just a little bit
Cause I said so
Me and you gon
Rock it up
Ain't no yes no
I could say a million words
I could do some
And he stooped to pick it up with trembling hands
As he read the childish writing
The old man began to cry
'Cause the words burned inside of him
Like
when you don't speak up
Your first 15 years
Then end up batting clean up
This what you get when you mix ketamine wit sativa
You kept it clean
You
command
Left hands up in this bit
Ye ye
He talking trash
Man them boys they gone fold in the mix
Dallas they ain't legit
That's word to Tim (That's word to)
me how to be an African Balla
I'm an African Balla just like T'Challa
If you are trying to stand up for your people then holla
I'm an African Balla
GOAT shit
Round like MnMs
We talkin bout that cole shit
Time is all i got
The come up its so dirty
If im broke i got a lot
Yeah word to K dot
Good kid im
Getting blazed Erryday like a Rasta
Aye Hey
We getting high high
My Nigga more Fiah Yeah Man
We getting high in other word's
We getting by blunt after blunt
live to see the birth of the kids
Reminisce bout the shit that we did
Sometimes wish you were still by my side
We were living it up we're both chillin
get so quiet you can hear a motherfuckin' dog whistle when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin' on that ass like the fuckin' Fall Guy
I don't
don't cry
You'll forget me by and by
You're just fifteen I'm twenty two
Joni I just can't wait for you
Soon I left our little home town
Got me
society's frames
This society's lame
None your words gon tame me
I'm a free spirit I don't need nobody
I take good care of myself listen to my body
Yoga in
still don't want me to step
I'ma bag up every gram
Until it ain't no more left
I make movie out my weekend
This load to heavy for you little weaklings
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