Lyrics:
out at my dog shop
Go and shake ya dreads like a mop top
Big Shack let em know, mans not hot
Got jams on deck, when i pop, pop
Its the of year of Polo
on me out at my dog shop
Go and shake ya dreads nigga like a mop top
Big shack let em know mans not hot
Got jams on deck, when i pop, pop
Its
give a damn (Hot Damn!)
That's right, this is the Jam!
Yes weird, is the new cool
It is, the ultimate tool
Sing like - you give a damn (Hot Damn!)
like crazy
In the fast lane, I've been shining
Trying to keep the timing on the track
With the diamond in the back
Move roof wide open, scoping,
torn
She stares out alone into the night
With the eyes of one who hates for just being born
For all the shut-down strangers and hot rod angels
bands
Money counter beep, then Imma thumb it til my hands jam
Boss life ain't no way you niggas beating me
I feel like Lil Wayne, I move in silence
closer
I slam just like my culture on all theories
Dead that, straight off the meat rack with this one
You get burned playing Nix-on, Hot biscuit
Stand
Raised by my momma, yup
Play for Toronto son
Got game, so from the ladies
Get a lot of love
I aint tryna brag, I aint gassed
Nope, not at all, hot
Palumbo what up
Calico what up
Ray Black what up
Etnuh music what up
Angel what up
All Aboard
Coming off tours with some of your biggest idols
Now going
a glance, the swatch general will enhance
To set it off and hang you by the seat of your pants
So slam dance, and let the world feel the song
When we bumrush
playing but you believed it, hater please get off my dick
Fuck you asshole, you a bitch, just got stabbed by a damn witch
Killed the op, he was a snitch,
Life is like chocolate the black in your coffee
I could go sock it blast off like a rocket
Mark it Malcolm X go talk it
Get your hand out my hot damn
business
Hop off
On another note
I'm arouse by the feng shui
Feel the funk when the drums play
Come stay jam out for however long Don't be shy, the time is
I'm still hitting
I still dip in foreigns and the iron with me
I got no match still bring the fire like a hot chimney
I still tell God to please forgive
skrrt off in a whip
You hear that sound, it's time to dip
Just like a chip, it's hella blues all in my pocket
But bitch, no, I'm not a crip
You gon' be
trapped by drum tracks mac loud as gun claps
Pin a crab nigga to death of a thousand thumbtacks
The Wu Sensai fold, it bees the Wind Ninja scroll
Soul edged
and casting spells
Stung by the spelling bee
And they says congratulations
You graduated
From slavery
To paid slavery
You actually made it!
Here! Take
boots cuz this jam be tight
Original Naughty Kitty in the place to be
You wanna get felinephunky with me
Lemme hit you off with my felinephunk
(Yeh)
Look, every time you see me I'm surrounded by them snipers
You ain't never run off with a hustler in your life, huh?
I'm from 1800, I'm a hot boy,
a civilian, Hade been put up that boy on a mission
He been in the 'stu and them tracks he got sizzling (Hot)
Hades' a beast and the beast is awakened (Hade)
Run
the ipod's
Bmx bixes the hoopdies the hot rods
And my swag come from nazareth
How you gone say I'm dead when I rose like lazareth
And this ain't mystic I ain't
nigga ran off and his partners ran off in his stash too
When you up they crowd around when you down its like the track fool
They lost it all man who you
with no roof hot damn
Like closing time keep me a broom don't jam
Watch me flood my wrist like this li'l bitch I'm on
Straight back to the crib she ride
of doris' got issues and wishes
Got the jam but gettin' paid up off the misses
Ain't nothin' wrong but wait fuck another love song
It's the brand
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