Lyrics:
Sit close my eyes and I think
Where I lift off I will not land
Oh man
Tell everyone
I'm in town for a week
Hold me down for a week
Hold me down for
the brake lights
Case of the stage fright, drawing a blank like
Dah, dah, dah, dah
It ain't my fault
Great big eyeballs
My insides crawl
And I clam
Where you from nigga?
[Layzie Bone]
Straight from the motherfucking land ah the heartless
Five true thugs from the double glock
Ready ta pop
till they knees swell
I shake the game up worse than Single White Females
Walkin' to they car alone flashin' three bills
These little kids are talkin'
just outside of town
Years went by, how they flew, those little girls grew and grew
Started families of their own, moved the throw, of a stone
Some
Stupid man
Hitch-hiking out of a good life in Saskatchewan
And he thinks he's got big-big plans
Gonna build a house upon some land
Oh Casey,
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
like you from outta town my dawg
But this is calabasas sound my dawg
My album about to drop
Your whole city is in a frenzy
Your album about to drop
Your
( Well in comes aza lineage with a sweet sensational sound
Original toppa the Top from outta kings town
Real empress pon the battleground
Sky)
All
on a big red apple as we jog along the road||roving all over the land|roving all over the land||you'll find me by the river|where the lively otter plays|or
walk up you
Can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
Nigga knick knack pattywack
Give
They say it started in the East where the apple was
But out West we be throwing them apples up
They say them Fruit Town niggas gon' ride tonight
They
Born the middle son
Of a farmer
And a small town
Southern man
Like his daddy's
Daddy before him
Brought up
Workin' on the land
Fell in love
With
bars like Camden Town
Out there tryna survive on the streets
Trying not to get killed by the police
And I be schooling MC's
Nobody leaves till
silently run by the mayor, silently run by his uncle, silently run by his whore of a wife, silently run by desire, silently run by that big fucking sign
Stupid man
Hitch-hiking out of a good life in Saskatchewan
And he thinks he's got big-big plans
Gonna build a house upon some land
Oh Casey,
could sing a hook like Alicia Keys
(What?)
New plans, forty grands on the Lex land
I'm the white Gucci Mane with a spray tan
(Spray tan)
Big ballers don't
and Destroy)
Searching,
(Seek and Destroy)
Yeah, yeah. Yeah yeah
Hey everybody, shut up
We're just jamming
You don't mind if we fuck around a little do you
to heaven,
And your weenie will grow to a long eleven
But if you've been bad, and you go to hell,
Then that will be a big fat L
Cause sometimes, you buffoons
a little baby girl, trouble came and shut it down
Things like that ain't supposed to happen
In this quiet town, families are tight
Good people, they
queen
Admired by her town, but trampled by the boots of the big city
They say you have to be more than just pretty
Can’t be dumb and naive
But that’s how
favorite collaborators, Gerry Genius Charles, from Full Force who has worked on several of my Christmas albums. I auditioned for his group and they were
diet oh
Monica, come home to me, yea come home to me my dear
Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser
Make a little money, leave a little
Ye ain't big-big whippin'
Ye ain't steady tip-tippin'
No girl gettin', homie
You ain't fresh azimiz
Think ye is (think ye is)
But ya ain't (but ya
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