Lyrics:
DoggWood on the track, bitch
Marc Ballin
Listen, gotta be real smart when you're making these moves
I know I can make it, just needed the tools
When
the beat goes boom
the new jack is up sayin give me some room
once again rita's ready a smile on her face
the crowd breaks north givin rita space
big butt
my whole crew sick
I'm the truth in the booth
With my all blue kicks
But tell me why you mad dude
Like Big Old skit's mitts
Yea they call me that
and wanna take away my way of life?
They better think twice
These boys are strapped with shit you won't like
Big pipes
Got money on my mind
Blue collar rowdy
DRUNK IT
Theme: Doing something great by getting slightly drunk that you normally couldn't or wouldn't do.
Verse
I checked her out at the bar out
and Pride, so Beautiful...
May God bless your Soul.
Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful...
May God bless your Soul.
Oooh.
(Assata)
Freedom! You askin me about
Christmas eve where the light show
From the North Pole wanna see the love glow
Light the city, like Rudolph
Let me see you light the city, like
you hear me?)
Call me in the morning (yo)
Listen up lil' man, they call me Big Chip man, North London
I have fun with it, zoots and
London make
lie
I like to keep it honest
I ain't gotta try 'till I'm by
Chick wanna jump into my ride
Go beast, Mr hyde ooh we goin' out of sight
I'm with JJ, we
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Still got that blue water on me, she want me, don't love me
Yeah, you be the reason I shoot
Still gon' be countin'
Yall don't wanna see me don’t pop off at the mouth
Yall don't wanna see me that’s not what you about
[Verse 1]
I'm tired of trying to make politics
Bitch get on your knees make you pray to God
(pray to God) bitch get on your feet
Walk the blade until you drop
Blue strip fees I'm with the strip talk
You know they don't make niggas like me everyday (Gee)
This shit fresh out the oven (Paid)
You know i do my best under pressure (Self made)
Champagne
on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor (what)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (what)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (what)
Now
on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor (what)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (what)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (what)
Now
up like a nigga don't supposed too
I'm mobbin wit my tools (tools) don't make me act a fool (fool)
But I'm a have to if ya homies can't control you
Like the one the day before, like the one the day after,
Her view would make me burst into soft and unspoken,
Mild, whispered, beautiful tears.
to make me live
My life in pain
That's what you want me to do
Ain't it, baby
You wanna fool around and drive me crazy
You wanna make me sad, you wanna
blue-lit screen approval
Rabbit hole quest of edits and hues
Participant to democracy world of keyboards and touchscreens
Obscene
Veins bared daily
shit
Oh you tripping, I'm a go and fuck my other bitch
Blue strips, gotta stack of em right by my hip
Full clip, just in case a nigga wanna trip
I just
Lord
YB told me ain't no limits when living
Just because you follow Christ don't mean you can get it
North Miami pioneer trail blazing
My past mistakes
was raised to rise above and over come
A urban term or a definiton mister one i stay focused while you haters is watching me
You can have this city
what you do
But make sure what y'all do, is researched tried and true
Because y'all making some fools, out of you, you and you
Bottomline, it is time,
jumping from trees
Diseased, by the plagues of forefathers' birds and the bees
Flees and parasitical hosts that they call the police, freeze
You have
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