Lyrics:
right here in the USA
Dream home for two in the USA
Hot jazz, cool blues, we got country
We get rock and roll all day
Like to dance, come on down get
Aye, aye look, look
Catch me by 10 months i'm walking
In this bitch with a million
Bout 10 cuban links
Its gone be hard for you to blink
Cuz imma be
[Chorus 1 Sizzla] [Ja Ad'Lib]
They can't keep a good man down (yeah)
All these people smile, but they won't me to frown
Gettin' by when I shot 'em
a drink
I'm on the turntable smokin' get-right
And at mid-night I'll be rappin' on the mic
I did the same thang, for the next two years
That's why they say
two years
That's why they say my name, when I come through here
When I was 16, I wanted to be a mack
I went to Fremont High with Lil' D and Black
all of my niggas, they forever here by my side
It was just eight niggas in a two bedroom, no leg room, that was last June, yeah, yeah, for real
Uh wassup show these niggas how
The west was won
Yeah if you don't know my name by now
Just call me any rapper, could get it
Any month, any week,
Berry white on this flight
Why this kush taste so nice
Bong loads might roll dice
2k Some KK it's so right
Always in invest fans say I'm the best
Chilling in the west coast
Yeah you know the city with the best smoke
Case closed bitch I'm all about the pesos
Hit it one hit it two let the stress
Still hangin' by a thread
Please don't sweat, damn I'm stressed
Two fish and five bread won't feed the rest
Not quite yet, but damn I'm blessed
Come with
the real from here
And the real from there
And make it Mo' Better like Blues everywhere
YaknowhatI'msayin? Dynamic Duo times two bro
Fucking
bitches blow kisses by my earlobe
A weirdo but I'm rare though, uh
One, two, unbuckle my, um (yeah)
One, two, unbuckle my, um (yeah)
One, two
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine
Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]
Now
This is a story about Billy and Sue
They were in love as any other two
But Billy had to die
And when you hear the reason why
You'll hang your
This is the story about Billy and Sue
They were in love as were any two
And yet Billy had to die
And when you hear the reason why
You'll hang
of the homies jus got dusted
Dusted and disgusted
Let's let of some two or threes on the other side of t-uh-town
Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side
Musty fusty yet so crystal clear
The non commercial set is now here
Brought to you by the will of positve people
K are S plus One equals
drop top
Want the Axel Foley life, talkin Beverly Hills cop
Two shots, we sip a lot, one shot, that's all you got
She just wanna be on the scene, stuntin
has landed
Wave so big sink 2 Titanics
Where the Mayflower left my decedents
Along that coast, got a line of Gz
Who pack that steel, like the Middle
like hoes I see
Nigga get shot by me
I put that Drake on they ass
Hope I get blessed in these streets
Selling this weed
Plus my little hoe shake ass
neither
I be wit my senorita
Sip tequila by the liter
2 lawn chairs and silk linen by the beaches
Fresh kiwi and strawberries for the season
Cheesin
end
The sheriffs in town, only I'm around, but not for long
I'll be gone in a minute, in a minute, in a minute
Tale as old as time, two beauties around
neither
I be wit my senorita
Sip tequila by the liter
2 lawn chairs and silk linen by the beaches
Fresh kiwi and strawberries for the season
Cheesin
Turn up time on the ropes
All my slime wanna toast
6ixty P that's a movie with TB livin' loosely
Lounging round on the coast
Jetski sound do the most
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