Lyrics:
(now you heard that?)
To all my dawgs all the way in the back, ready to black
I see y'all (see y'all), I see y'all
Ladies get down, shake yo' ass
Twins (repeat 3x)]
Fuck that one
I got my Nina gun pistol!
Down on they brain
[Verse 2: D-Roc]
I make you want to pop that thing girl when the bass
this place where I don’t belong
Relax there’s not a story to tell
I spent the last three days in a run-down motel
My life in my hands while I’m watching
to the bank, on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank
'Til the casket drops, I will play God
Fuck the world, let's start a riot, got too much too quick
with two tongues but no green card
my skin marked by the immigration narratives of my people drifting a-part
Of the two worlds I reside in the high
door
Everybody better hit the floor
Give me the weed and out you'll go
Bad kids on a dead-end street
Told Smurf to get the keys to the Jeep
Three
go
Let me tell you, you are my world
I need to, need to, need to know
Will you be there?
By my side, hold my hand
Lay on my shoulder, we on the sand
Yo it's T00M3R
Aye
Yeah
Hey
I think it's time to put down what's on my mind
Spit some truth and bust a rhyme
Might say some shit to change your life
Fighting with my brothers
Demons fleeing by the thousands
Coming to they territory
Burning down they houses
Army of the Lord
Got the enemy surrounded
A Holy
mother
But if you come back tomorrow, I'll ask you some questions
And I'll try to be my best version of you for a day
And we can all go for a swim in
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
with his Mom my son will be 3
The fears set in..will he know me
And how can he when I'm still looking
Got a day job and a side company
And I don't need
, heavily guarded by hollow-tip slug
Then crack down on wannabe thugs
Adapt to gat sound and bow down
Slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
Articulate,
trance
So let's dance
This is a million dollars
For your thoughts
And that price is right
By the way
Hey
Do you ever just think about
The infinite nature
all my hope
Envy stepping, kicking down the door
I said that I'm only fucking with my hoe
Asian bitch yea like Kimiko
And you fuck niggas keep glazing
Say something, waiting on the day someone says my name in this world of rap
Home based tragedies ain't no one other in this Island hold it down like us
to pick and choose a crew
Now the way I spit my truth is in the booth wit Uno at the stu
There ain't enough real people in this world that's why I keep my
two for the show
You got my beat, now here I go
You see, this DJ, he gets down
Mixing records while they go round
With the hiddip, the hop, ya just
the door's not open now (Break it down break it down)
The Globe keeps spinning (The hole damn world is)
But I ain't moving (Excuse me?)
We can't keep joking
them ass and hips
By the way you make me want to leave the one I'm wit
Take the spot of being my "down ass bitch"
Baby murder me, heh
The way I
door
Ten percent literal
Ninety percent metaphor
Three thousand some poems disguised as people
On an almost too perfect day
Must be more than
sadly mistaken if you think my Aryan race
can be taken out by the likes of you Apes, Kikes
conservative nigga loving Gooks, Spooks, and Dykes
My Spikes,
I used to roll my cigarettes on the hood of my Tacoma
Sit and watch the world go by
I was seventeen and green and knowin' nothin' 'bout livin'
In
spilling and moving
With your balls hanging by a throttle
Looking mottle
Starting to bottle these feelings
Oh my god why do my balls wattle like a piano
I
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