Lyrics:
[Verse 1:]
Young harlem nigga from the NY
Get money, spend money, stay fly
Those the 3 codes that I live by
Yeah I swerve through streets
But I travel
a Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat,
Went to sleep, and didn't get up until the next morning, when we got a phone
Call from Officer Obie. He said,
like neutron smoke three blunts I'm too gone
I let her roll my weed once and now she can't move on
I'm smooth operating getting busy on the futon
smoother
I'm listening for a starter pistol.
three sheets to the wind and I'm using clouds for pillows.
I wanna drill holes in the sky.
I'm in love with
be amazed of him
(two, three!)
Amazed of him!
Time passing (right!)
January, February
1975, 1986
March, 1914
So when the phone rang (thank
You took me out of a place
Where I wondered where I was
You took me to heaven
When I was by you I felt safe
I felt happy in your arms
Now I'm in
I'm 'bout to go fin'erfold
Two knock two times, it's a brick at the door (two time)
Somebody blowin' up lil' mama phone (brrt)
Lil' nigga just come
pimp supreme
I'm livin out the hustler dream
I lowride and I sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
Houston and Atlanta are some down
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
I'm fuckin'
I'm gone get money, fuck bitches
Ballin' in Houston, with back to back rings
Like I was Olajuwon, call me (Hakeem)
I know what these bitches
said, when it said
Oh you better live your life
Live it up you can't live that twice
Don't let them hold you down you better live your life
Verse 3
to my cousin I'm in Houston
3.5s and 7s got me stacking bought my bitch a necklace
Fuck a Santa Clause I'm really blessing bitches with my presence
I was
herds ask Jussy, ask Serge
I'm the realest guy around
So bang your doors up and down
That's when Whitemoor, Swaleside, Belmarsh
Isis, Acat, Lifeus, skells
charles in charge
Bitch i live in zone three but I'm from boulevard
Make dem niggas pay a heavy fee like glass bitch im hard
Trying to negotiate get da fuck
hear them engines down the street, bitch you can tell we comin'
When I'm in that pussy, say she feel it in her bellybutton
By the way that we approach
I live my live like a champion
I'm the 3 and the 2 and the 1
Blessings ah come in abundance
Don't stop results soon come
Yaweh ah be my companion
pockets thick
Back to back like Houston 94' 95'
We gone put it in overdrive
I work too hard not to live fast
I made out the rubble from the car crash
Life
ever got on the plane on the runway
When Whitney Houston was our Beyoncé
Them fuckin' 90's was the good old days
Now them was the good old days (Now
OF SODA BOTTLES, IT'D BE WEIRD.
SPENCER: YOU'RE SAYING I'M ABNORMAL?
CARLY: DO I NEED TO SAY IT? GET DOWN FROM THERE BEFORE YOU HURT YOURSELF!
SPENCER: NO
I lit the dark, from the wizard door, come get some heart
That's courage and brain, 'caine on several strips
Not from Houston, but shit, call me
I'm here right now
Won't steer off the path
Still down with the same home town
Never really disappeared from that mac slum tac
South side, hell
boys never on the grind
Like I born rich fuck the poor
Life aint fair my belt from dior
But you slip out at the front door
If i make it through i'm
would you say if I was to ask you
Will any of these songs ever really
Matter when I'm buried and gone?
A hopeless forever for me
Cause I'm more than
emergence
Superlative, you fabricated like the word absurditive
I'm rockin' this from here to where the Persians live
To Brooklyn where the merchants live
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