Lyrics:
Uh huh, uh huh
Feels good to be back at the essence where it all started you know
Uh huh, uh huh
What up
Uh huh, uh huh
Turn up my headphones man, uh
it like Archaeology we the crooks that Were bound for botany
Like Toorali oorali its Ben Moon in The room so you decide if ya
Wanna get up and dance
the heat up by the big dog (but I don't wanna hold you back)
Nigga gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life)
Nigga gotta get this dough (Live your
This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big
sixteen, now your sick shit got a drip feed
I'ma pull up in your driveway, you just pull up on the timeline
I'ma keep what I get, shit is mine, mine
That's
royal shit
You fuckin' with wolves, you feed 'em from a long spoon
The wrong tune'll have niggaz cockin' they long soon
A wack bitch'll set you up over
thirteen and good
We had a hotter date it was just a number
She never told she was knocked up
By the end of the summer chick
Almost had me locked up
My aunt
Man, if I get rocked, this shit for my kids, nigga
It's that real shit
Even though what we do is wrong
We still hustle 'til the sun come up
Crack
, fifty-two block track we slap up
Playground maneuver, jet to Vancouver like this
Two Kahluas one chick she's German Luger
Get the shit on, light a fresh
Ethiopian chick drinkin'
Straight up liquor i told her I'm Nigerian
That's straight up nigga
She claimed she ain't hear me
On "The Bounce" with Jigga
She
has jams, by the pound (c'mon, let's go)
[Chorus:]
Skaggs Nit'
Aiyyo I rolled up, in the spot that I rolled up
My ice glitter like hold up
All
degenerate's head and reach into it
Just to see if he's influenced by me, if he listens to music
And if he feeds into this shit he's an innocent victim
I'm from we bucks nightly
These books I read got my mind highly
Soaked up with truth do you get it not likely
Man so sick when I spit
I just POSE
stack big as a fat chick
Steady is the gang and the label is Blacksmith, bitch
We 'bout to open up, we 'bout to sew it up
We so focused bruh, go
to the cot you can get on top
Shake what you got for a pork chop cutie
Oooh SHIT you fine wit'cha big fat booty
Now you ain't a chicken, I'ma call you
given, MCs get bitten with venom
From a poisonous algorithm liable to kill 'em
My style will get in 'em, way up in 'em
My face don't belong in
you see the coupe
(Nissan)
Now you see me, now you don't
(Oh damn he's gone)
I pull up and shoot
(Record)
Cooking chicken noodle soup
(Ya bitch is
they say nah, make em say so
Step on they toes, get in they face
I don't care if you by yourself in Miami with a chick going vacate
Jump on payphone,
to the morning
Back stabs yea I'm jabbin and she moaning
I'm addictive kould be lethal and yea I'm potent
She tryna mess up what I got goin on
And that's on gang
First and foremost, I get more dough Twist a nigga up like a corn roll
If you my brother, you could get a slice of this pizza like DiGiorno
If we
disco
Chicken ordered, no Crisco
My nigga David Blaine'd your chick
Disappear like, "Where did my bitch go?"
Them cars out in my gang too
Don't Tony Hawk
more than the meat in my bread
What's up with this mess come on give me some chicken breast
Chicks the size of my dick with a brain like a brick
Also
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
flashin' on my wrist like it's sponsored by Kodak
My feed got em Thursday like a motherfuckin Throwback
Bitches all in a panic, they better pop em a Prozac
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