Lyrics:
want a taste
Fill up with regrets now you get em by the tags
Bitch you never wear the smiley face OK
You can tell me bout it or you can tell it
want a taste
Fill up with regrets now you get em by the tags
Bitch you never wear the smiley face OK
You can tell me bout it or you can tell it
Fresh face and I come with that Ri Ri shit
When they see me spit that's a man down
I'm coming for the main stage 'cause I've had enough time in
The Skill Building Trade
Still exist today
Because of DJ S.M.K
And OG SEK H.O.A
And Lee's the Master Mason
Who laid that cornerstone
Chea
What up
bankroll didn’t stay fresh
I guess I’m paying homage
Now I’m not talkin’ hair but I
Sell ‘em by the bundle
They say that money talk
Well it sound like yours
Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain't got no aim
Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
And I stay with
faces
Graced the cover of Rolling Stone pages, broke down barriers
Of language and races, just call on the caped crusaders
And leave it to me and Dre
faces
Graced the cover of Rolling Stone pages, broke down barriers
Of language and races, just call on the caped crusaders
And leave it to me and Dre
I go hard
See me running down the electric boulevard
Get up out of my face before the problem starts
If you want to act tough then meet me in
stronger than hip-hop niggaz they can't take us
If we deal with the real, and shut down the fakers
For the DJ's, the rappers, the writers, the breakers
but you let it go by, yee
I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
I had to tighten the fuck up, but I'm here for the crown, crown (oh, shit)
I came fi mash it down
Jamerican rude gyal from ill town
I came fi turn the place upside down
Make my heavy hitta spittas so proud
I came fi mash it
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
You know sex 'em up a little bit
You know what I mean?
You're the honey that I see when I'm riding by
The one giving me a feeling that I can't deny
ain't realize
The dog was off the chain
Now you forced to face em
What you ain't see the situation
I was only purposely patiently waitin
Long enough for
on at the club
It's Saturday, don't stop, just left the barber shop
Fresh fade, geared up, just got my car washed
Music up, windows down, rims on, bling-bling
anotha gal, now don't be scared
Man, you might as well throw in your towel, youse a fake thug
Face to face I shoot you in your mouth
'cause ain't no love
kids
It's N-O! Ain't no need to ask who that is
I'm like Tim Duncan
(nigga) close to unstoppable
Shoot at your face, kid Whatchu gonna do?
I go to Jacob
it's fading away
This generation I'm saving the day
All while I'm baked I be taking the cake
Life is a gamble, I'm making some shake
All in the face
Them cars ride by in the booming system
Candy paint, fresh fades clean Js tradition
The shorties in Bikini tops, Daisy dukes
Chillin out by
blowing up
When I walk by you start folding up
See your face on my page, I’m scrolling up
Was childish but now I’m growing up
Let it sink in then start
Ain't no cap in my speech
He's like a hat in the heat
He's like a jacket in the freezing cold
Fresh new Js how he keep my soul
Brand new fit but it
Talkin' bout DJ Fresh macaulay Culkin
Home alone with yo bm and she gettin' naked
Know she the best
Pussy finger lickin' HA we the best
Preacher sly deacons
I can handle
Carry that pot by the handle (it's hot)
I play the field like I'm Randall
Got on a yacht in my sandals
I can't relate to your
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