Lyrics:
fit is the kid
When me start to release
Me grab di microphone and chant
Fi make me dollars increase
Sexy girls gonna flock
Cuz he's a healthy
still fly
Toyer you should buy a plane ticket to get by
The flows are many though the punches are Pacquiao
This is for my real ones just began here we go
That's why yo raggety ass attitude is fucked up now
Suga Free, bitch swingin' on my dick sayin', wee
The pimpin' is crackin' so I feel like mackin'
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
I was born by the river
Place I am delivered
From all the sins that left my body quivered
Walked in shivered
Water was too cold
A small price to pay
Don't erase what I did, don't erease the beginning!
You're not ready for this.
Uh-huh. You see, my name is KRS-One G
And um, see, when I be
complain
Shit been sweet
That's cocaine on my feet
That's yo gang heard they weak
We take 50s
We take hunnids
All these millis make you Meek
Loved by
done paid my fee
This is a dedication to my brothers locked in prison
Constantly meditating, reflecting on poor decisions
It made me think about Huey
Shawty look remarkable
The landscapes was tropical, it's like that
See me in my habitat, observe while I write raps
Superb, we attack tracks like sabotaged
should die before I wake I know my soul be free
Cuz I’ve been hoping by that time that you’ll come rescue me
Lost my little cousin to the weapons
One shot
till the sun down
Flip you out yo new socks
You can't run now
Feel like Boondocks
Huey giving smoke out
Soon as my mood swap
I gotta have a smoke out
Say K, are we gon' lay up back?
Kick this bitch raw, you heard me
Like some of that ol' [Incomprehensible] shit
Microphone check, check, check one
Say K, are we gon' lay up back?
Kick this bitch raw, you heard me
Like some of that ol' [Incomprehensible] shit
Microphone check, check, check one
from this side to that side
East side, West side, your side, my side
It's all about being funky man
Aiyyo give me that microphone
It's Heavy D
threesomes
Two orgasms are better than one
Pardon me i'm such a fiend
Used to be like Huey
Now i be like Riley
Got all this loud sitting in my pocket
But i
need some love in my life
Mommy, I could be the thug in your love
Play my part with the fifty fifty love in our life
By the way I'm Huey, I know how
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
the money's in good hands, huh
Four rings like LeBron tatted on my dashboard
Fly shit, clean body tatted by the passport, huh
What I rap for? To push
history washin' in the Listerine
Seen the imagery through the eyes of Huey P
God bless my little G's, I christen thee
Try to feed a village with
she got a nigga I say I don't follow rules
Had hodies coming by the twos when I was twenty two
Grew up to wife a lesbi now my hodies come in groups uh
I
my rep
Prepared to come off, in case of a diss
Not worried about a thing, 'cause we can do this
I can turn the party out just by standing still
my rep
Prepared to come off, in case of a diss
Not worried about a thing, 'cause we can do this
I can turn the party out just by standing still
my big black boots.
Living off the earth eating herbs and fruits.
The children await me by the mountain in the river.
And gather round the fire for
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