Lyrics:
again
Come on, tell ya can't feel the Afta Maff
'Cause your lies gettin' larger by the seconds
And ain't snatched but then ?
While your soul slowly
' rocked by they buildings
And brothers, 'cross the board gettin' knocked by the millions
The stress, got me ignitin' the potent marijuana leaf
Tryin'
' rocked by they buildings
And brothers, 'cross the board gettin' knocked by the millions
The stress, got me ignitin' the potent marijuana leaf
Tryin'
Yo, Q I don't know if you going to change the beat or not
But we just going to loop it, I'm feeling hungry so you know, uh
Ima cook it up, cook it up
and a pocket full of grip G
[Man]
Damn, Father just like some niggaz man
Dem niggaz ain't goin never be shit
Dem niggaz forever gettin fucked up { laughs }
Know
hoes, I like to fuck
You don't rub you car windows gettin fucked up
Roll them seven-deuce coplers can't touch this
Vogue smoke like dope when I say fuck
Well, it's the underground,
You know that we're down with wutchyalike
Yeah, with wutchyalike, yeah
And though we're usually on the serious tip, check
Well, it's the underground,
You know that we're down with wutchyalike
Yeah, with wutchyalike, yeah
And though we're usually on the serious tip
and the swagger of a college kid
Allergic to the counterfeit, impartial to the politics
Articulate, but still'll grab a nigga by the collar quick
Whoever havin'
the green light to die (sure does)
I used to sit low with my 64, with my pistol on my hip, yo
Gettin' hypno'
Tires by the Cisco, I would sip slow, 'til I
the snakes and keep it truth ahh
I know some people who ain’t got nothin to lose ahh yea
Soon as I can’t see her often gettin rude ahh
But this the life
Oh so oh so Presidential
Yessir
I'm sittin front row,
Gettin it off the backstreet,
Want smoke?
Find me where them packs be,
She came
bizarre
Getting a job, working real hard, gettin' that paper, mowin' that lawn
Riding around in a Bentley
I'm rich so I don't need no tip (Period)
Get money
hit the stage
With the star-shaped bass, he'd send the crowd into a rage
Stop, look up, and what do you see?
The Mothership landing in DC
So, yo, thank
I was sittin' in a truckstop
Watchin' tumbleweeds roll by
Tryin' to read the menu
When the waitress caught my eye
She pulled a pencil from her
and the swagger of a college kid
Allergic to the counterfeit, impartial to the politics
Articulate, but still'll grab a nigga by the collar quick
Whoever havin'
Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips
Cause props is up, digga's through the roof
Burnin' niggas like I'm 90 proof
And for all
blazin' in your saddle
Watch these rap bitches get all up in your pockets
Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips
Cause props is up
and killin' the snakes
They gon' need a tie soon
They gotta die soon
I done ran this shit up to
The tip of the tie like a balloon
I pour a four when I head
speed)
Roll up by the P, I'm T'd (I'm T'd)
EarDrummers, one time, what it do?
Dripset, O.D (O.D)
Gimme room like a nigga obese (obese)
I'm iced up
violence
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
I'm a god like Zeus, bitch, I throw lightnin'
Make ya Breathe and Stop like Q-Tip, get ya whole Tribe hit
fly by
The vibe's up on the fire escape
The steps I takes when I climb
Yo I gets higher than the size of a high rise
Why'all realize I be
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
walls
call up Jericho
And How u say u got success but ain’t got no keys
Yeah Ima youngin but respected by da OGs
I might be cheap but i aint
Trappin
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