Lyrics:
(Lil' Style)
Nine in the mornin, feds at my door (my door)
Lou Cortez creakin cross the hardwood floor (right)
Dippin through the alley I made my
don’t want no smoke
These hallow tips will make a nigguh catch the Holy Ghost
So
Nigguhz don’t wanna see my 40 smoke
Cause I’ll lay a nigguh down by his
nigga?
Lil Miiir made this beat he get jiggy nigga
You a bitch ass nigga fuck out my face nigga
Who want smoke?
Bitch it's two time
Run the fade nigga
If I
Come on
1 2 1 2 uh uh
1 2 1 2
Mr. Meth and Doc
1 2 1 2
Uh uh 1 2 1 2
DJ Scratch on the track
1 2 1 2
Wa wa 1 2 1 2
Break your motha fuckin
Come on lil mama
We don't do all the drama
We just move to the commas
And it's cool we the hottest
Imma do what I wanna
Act a fool it's a problem
Get
Notorious Biggie killer, affiliation with Death Row
Niggas get their caps peeled back, fool, this the West Coast
Bitch, you misdemeanor, I'm raisin' hell
the brothers act fools
When I turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say it's chill, New York throw chairs
The punk funk sound to make a sane man
chapters and some verses, you seek and you find
Look no further here I go, Big Will, Johnny Inferno
Flame by hip-hop burns eternal
All aboard on my train
away
Trying to keep my vision
Sometimes I just sit and pray
But now I live it day by day
And If my day looking gray
I'll chill out and smoke my hay
I
the whole night
The way she rocks her hips is vicious
Damn she's outta sight
Might fool around and make her my Mrs
Girl come with me tonight
Your friends
fallin
[2x]
[Mr. Lil One]
Well a vandle of mischief comin in glidin
All in your district enemiez hidin
Avoidin any type of collission
Wishin forever, I
this shit
I had to struggle a lil bit
I had to make it legit
I had to kick off my shoes so you know I'm gone talk a lil shit
You know I'm gone smoke
on time
Keep it a hundred, not even 99.9
It's Lil Tunechi the best rapper alive
I rep five, invite your girl to my suite at the Loews, she left high
Oh
in mayonnaise
Says Mr. Barbeque
Mr. Barbeque
Mr. Barbeque
Mr. Barbeque
Hey, thanks a lot Doc my arm's feeling great
Oh, by the way, could you
I'm the reason while y'all gangbang
While you was in grade school, I'm takin' fades, fool
Crippin' is international, so now we gettin' paid, fool
time so I gotta decline it
I'm lyin', I got time
They call me Mr. Man cuh I'm a stranger now to them boys, serious
Yo Mr. Man, what's good?
What's
Dolce Gabbana Prada
Dress dress up baby model
She don't smoke but she smoke when i call her
Damn my lil baby the hottest she bougjie she ghetto she
gig
Overqualified by the rent sticks
Red brick bash with a texted green screen
Like, "I entered my data right into your screen"
[Mr. Lif]
Jane went
because you made a fool of me
See, I remember
Birthdays and holidays not a single
You celebrated everybody else but lil ol me
I hate to say it's over yes I
Notorious Biggie killer
Affiliation with Death Row
Niggas get their caps peeled back, fool
This the West Coast bitch, you misdemeanor
I'm raisin' hell like
the pape it's on the floor
Keep pouring them baby ass lines lil Nigga pour a 4
And I get cash don't pay taxes high fashion put it on
Put it on bitch
Look aye
of bullshit
Rollin' up that sour, gettin' dizzy for an hour
Life is too confusing, people beefin' over power
Momma said I smoke a lot, problems in my young
eyes
The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
'Cause you know Y-A-U-C-H
I'm taking all MC's out in the place
Taking life as it comes, no fool
drop a fool
I'm out to glow a nigga roll if he think he Mr CREAM
Come back on the scene and smoke a phillie, G
I really dream of gettin mine now
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