Lyrics:
high
Healing up emotions fucked up by the bitch
I ain't fuckin' with a shorty I know she gon' switch
So I'm just going to fuck her and dip
How am I
hologram"
[Verse 2: Louis Logic]
I spread around me a viral infectious faculties
Applied chiropractically so rappers cannot come back to me
Simply outta
'm gonna just fuck this place up now
I'm coming and when I pull up you know I'm gonna just fuck this place up now
Ya'll know I'm gonna break it, y'all know
(Hey)
I fell hard for you
Stayed my side 'cause I thought after time
I would be with you
But though years passed us by
You met girls, I met guys
So
the world is yours kid, put it in ya pocket"
Nah mean?
Make a brother feel good, word up!
Brother feel energized
I want to dedicate this one
the pump will make ya jump up
Put ya body in the tr-unk
I'll whip ya ass from new York
And all the way to Cali and
The South'll make ya ju-ump
One, two
the fire die by the flame
Happy I'm gone knowin' my son's gonna be the same
As his dough-diggy dog that
Who put his feelings on a pamphlet
A pen unleash
the fire die by the flame
Happy I'm gone knowin' my son's gonna be the same
As his dough-diggy dog that
Who put his feelings on a pamphlet
A pen unleash
"thank you".
Call me loose, but you'd fuck shorty too
I'm talkin' thirty-six, twenty-four, forty-two.
She be at the Pink Teacup
Drunk of Chardonnay an'
a baby in a stable, by an unknown father,
Who, me, jelous, what do ya mean!, I'm a material girl too, I've been on MTV, once, I made a video with Mick
Do better
If you wanna be part of this new era
Heart so cold that I always rock two sweaters
I’m that nigga that kill em with two letters
Life’s
(rat)
I call him like, "Listen, the extra two-fifty" (bought him)
He stankin' somebody shitted (stank)
He a demon at heart, so he with it (demon)
He
to East Greenwich through
Every state with a sentence
Frozen weight in the cooter
Ten plates to soup ya
1 2's we oughta cruise right
By the state troopers
to ill
You can't talk the talk
You can't walk the walk
Been dwelling with the muggers
And the murderers talk
Your shocked by the way I
Regulate ya
yourself
(Verse 1)
I'll slash ya grill, don't start me
You'll be the only entertainer with less groupies than Biz Markie
I'm never dull, Chino
the Buddha bless bless my head and the eyes are red
Comin' for ya, 3-2-1 nice to know ya
You wanted to pop junk
So now it's like a little Vigor
I outta
take 'em to church deacon
Hey yea
Look
My circle's smaller but my influence got bigger
See random strangers tell me just like holes my man I dig ya
Love
then it's
One for the money
Two for the show
Greater things coming anywhere we go
Greater things coming anywhere we go
I think of treasures how I mind
I got more drugs
Just tell me what you need
I already do enough for both by my own
But I got
2 blunts roaming Italy
I'm just trying to get high
I
Instead of being left in the cold to rot
'Cause he got stopped by a small white rock
I hope in time things change
And that i'm around to see that stage
ain't do right by ya
I can tell you special, I see you in ya zone
I'm trying get you to the crib baby all alone
He put a ring up on your finger then he
skool lets do it
Now I'm the prince and that's jazzy jeff
We shown for years that we are def
So heres some more for ya'll to just come get it
Rip
pass me a jar
Cause these cats done went too far
Yeah one phone call send two cars
And I still get searched by security guards (that's right)
I guess
her in her tity
Ya yea hoe
Eastside
Yea hoe
Westside
Yea hoe
Northside
Yea hoe
Southside
Yea hoe
Zone 1
Yea hoe
Zone 2
Yea hoe
Zone 3
Yea hoe
Zone 4
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