Lyrics:
back home by 9
If I'm out of school by 3, then that'll give me plenty time
To do this, ducked off in the boonies, power money doonies
Almost end up
trying to save myself
By nearly killing myself
Every time I get closer to you, babe
Is that lipstick or blood on those lips?
The berry is sweeter
gonna come back down,
We are here to save the ERF uhhh. E-R-F uh..
Todd Berry Todd Berry
I'm gonna pay you on an hourly rate, pay you on an hourly
gonna come back down,
We are here to save the ERF uhhh. E-R-F uh..
Todd Berry Todd Berry
I'm gonna pay you on an hourly rate, pay you on an hourly
gonna come back down,
We are here to save the ERF uhhh. E-R-F uh..
Todd Berry Todd Berry
I'm gonna pay you on an hourly rate, pay you on an hourly
a scratched ceiling?
And what's the talking without the match feeling?
As buried living and cherry picking
Every linen from your berry system
Then proceed
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
If you smile at me, I will understand
'Cause that is something
Everybody everywhere does in the same language
I can see by your coat, my friend
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man said "Cluck, I don't
If you smile at me, I will understand
'Cause that is something
Everybody everywhere does in the same language
I can see by your coat, my friend
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
till the second date
By that I mean put her in my basement, wait
Giggity giggity, it's polygamy rap
Give her the lickity flickity while I'm beating her
by the stack
Clinking outside the cook-house
In the earth my berry lies
Beneath the grass my treasure
Under the sand my sweet one
Beneath
in my kitchen my nigga
And we was weighin' blow
Mobwire, my nigga, only God flyer
Tryna keep warm by the fire in my fly attire
Never wanna rap
Seel and
Huey P newton rocked the Black Panther party
We need to wake up these strategies are old
Unity that's the goal let's go
That real shit just
right?
Spraying rounds at your goat until your view get bigger
Same rounds that was loaded in the Huey picture
Made rounds off of going bout a new
Professor X:
"Freedom or death, we shall all be moved. Vanglorious! This is
protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key,
like plaid
But I got 'em spinning out of control, no Taz
Too many devils to deal with
Currently camouflaging the coat of chameleons
Blend, tricked by
and brodie in The Boondocks, Huey and Riley
You know I get up big ghetto, mix Gucci with Nike
MAC-10 with silencer, I'm usin' the Uzi politely
Three-five
on 9-1-1
While you kicking up punchlines and puns
Man fuck that shit, this is serious biz
By the time Bush is done, you won't know what time it is
If
on 9-1-1
While you kicking up punchlines and puns
Man fuck that shit, this is serious biz
By the time Bush is done, you won't know what time it is
If
on 9-1-1
While you kicking up punchlines and puns
Man fuck that shit, this is serious biz
By the time Bush is done, you won't know what time it is
If
out here, talkin' bout
They thugs and they gangsta, to me, like Malcolm
Like Malcolm, was a gangsta) {Yea, for real}
(Like Huey P. Newton, now that was
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