Lyrics:
I done made it too far, can't stop now
Nightcrawler when a n***a pop out
She suck it so good, blow the snot out
One, two, three, n***a, count down
I
everybody knows me
Track the package up it's been like 12 days
With my boys man I'm smoking on that purple haze
I've got hella ounces all of different strains
up, Mommy get your feet off The Table
The cable luck bare, my man got me one on his leckle
It's nothin' for me to get up with you, guts with you
Blow
put a hater on hold
Mix up the floor till a nigga will nod
You don't got to tell me what it is
When I get onto the scene
I just see what they really
Good evening
This is your fucking captain speaking
We will soon be reaching an altitude of
Four million and a half feet
That's eight million
patience runnin' thinner
Backstabbed by her friend Katrina
If your life is tasting bitter
My boy Jack can make it sweeter
This that, this that, shake it,
we do the braids
South do the fades
Them Nawf-side boys thugs, South playa made
Geah - the hustle's paid cause they
Get the blow for the low
We by
I'm back in the mix I was down in the slump Walkin' this shit lines punch ya like trunks
Open the sack momma ask "What's that funk"
Try take what I
my Halo
Im bout higher learning no Plato
So bitch please dont blow my High
2 strains, mix it up, Bill Nye
Switch Lanes, HOV we Ride
No rain, Easy
Get you right up close near it
Possessed by the Eazy-E spirit
Ice-T set the limit
And niggas won't cross this line
suicide - and niggas won't cross
A four just hit the bottom of my pop and it look gorgeous
Lets talk about the chicken, nigga, I'll really blow your mortgage
Pull yo pistol out, nigga, up
as a wholesaler
I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold killer
I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
Think '99,
a physician
Like a Space Shuttle I'm on a mission
Homeboys and girls, don't be afraid
Because I'm down by law with Mix Master Spade
You never heard my voice
mix lean with the crown no moe
Shawty asked why I ain't around no moe
Ion gotta serve it by the pound no moe
Plug ain't outta town no moe
I'm up ion
wanna' have to get pissed
Last time I did that, I threw him in a ditch
Flexin' with your money, you get caught up in the mix
Take you out, while you're
blow
We be the gang, we dey take no shit
We the best, shey una wan see
Dropping gbedu, y'all gotta feel
To the extent, you go put am for repeat
Boys no
I be king
Me, I no be kid
We be kings
We be kings
We be kings
Say, we no be
Them never know say we don blow
Skunk mix
as a wholesaler
I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold killer
I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
Think '99,
Yeah man, we good to throw down
Got my demo, man
To blow up in this rap game, man
Aw man, ain't that
DJ Superfly over there, man?
He work up
I've been trying to develop an alternative fuel from a mix of all natural substances,
But the mix was highly volatile until we found a catalyst
had on Roc chain?
You got the same rocks in
Ya chain as that boy, we not the same
Boy I got a aim and a
Big nose that'll blow through tissue
It's (s)
I wake up-wake up in the morning,
'Cause them boys come knocking in the morning,
Then I have me girl go flush in the toilet,
Them say did someone
on the low money
Niggas hate but all the hoes wanna fuck me
I got money i got mo' money
Blow it by the O money
Mix tapes, over a hundred thousand sold money
like that
I'mma blow your mind like that
I say all hands on deck
Bend it over, beat it up, put your hands on that
If you play your cards right, I
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