Lyrics:
the way
Brodie told me he scared he gonna catch a case (He gone catch a case)
Yeah
I know some niggas that catch a case
I don't fuck with these niggas they
in the cut with a bag of weed
I was in the lab, you was at the beach,
And I'm still in the lab when I'm at the beach
Come catch me by the North Shore
Ohs (ugh); boy I'm cold, I get dough, selling blow, by the Ohs...
Gotta....piece!? Under? My? tee! Shirt that's ah foe fifth... nada six pack.... For
Yuh
Niheem, Lets talk
Mmm (Mmm, mmm)
Do the dash in the wraith when I go by (Vroom)
Yea
I call that shit Westbrook (Uh, huh) the way that it blow by
You said you a simp, you just ask for attention
Don't get the wrong attention, that you ain't lookin' for
Catch your BM by herself and I'ma cook that
the Guinness Book
From the shit I took from people
I reap all your fat shit, jack
Back to the criminals sect
I leave crew after crew but they can't catch me yet
gettin hot from the battle
About to pack up and start slangin in Seattle
But the NARCs, raid about six in the morning
Try to catch a n**** while
to the criminals sect
I leave crew after crew but they can't catch me yet
'Cause I'm slick as slippery
They can't get wit me, cops ain't s*** to me
I can't
from the battle
About to pack up and start slangin' in Seattle
But the NARC's, raid about six in the morning
Try to catch a nigga while he's
Greatness is nothin', I'm like the next Nike ad
Define me bad, I bring all hell like wifey mad
My soul sonic force, I make the planet rock
Loud pack rap,
turning caine into rocks
And I carry two glocks so I can't be stopped
From the city to the state I'm pushing rhymes like weight
Pitbulls by
head bussin' not even bein' dead
Murda Squad is here, you smell tha fury from tha gun smoke
Empty my weapon and then it's covered by a trench coat
shot you in newyork why would I box you now?
If I catch you in the yard I'm'a ox you down
Niggas you think is real really can't hold they own
I'll
it that fate hasn't sown
In the skirt of an evening over mornings waste blown
I see the moon I see the go going by on stilts
As mouths wilt and turn
for the lean, boy that's everyday
Every day we turn up like we been in a race
Catch a case, nigga eatin' cheese every day
Do the dash in this
thought I would use you
For my man a while
'Tha-at you just don't my husband
Catch you there
Now, just-just don't let my
Husband catch you there'
right by the seashells
They all got the look, like they'd ride on you
Take it easy young boys I got my eyes on you
[Chorus: Akon]
I got my eyes
counterfeit
I'd rather be broke than a liar who tries to inspire by
Preaching quick, anything worthy take time
A wall ain't a wall, build it up brick by brick
Ooh yeah I wanna fly, fly away
Take me down, take me down by the waves
Sunlight, daydreaming babe
Catch me floatin' in the ocean everyday
Alright
it by myself
Need a minute
But Ain’t nobody coming for the belt
I be winning
Smiling cause I made the top shelf
Catch me Livin
I be livin
This the side
finger painters painting a picture
Of the death of rap
How do I follow that
Talk to Pissarro
The nature is danger
Catch the skill of my paintbrush
Til it
you getting smacked down
Catch me in school up in the back, I was the class clown
Can't fall out 'bout no slut
Bitches falling by the way side
'Vinci
fight
Fuck on that bitch man I just might
Wen I'm done gata catch a flight.
She suck on my dick and u kiss her goodnight
I'm in la wit the pack
Cookie bag
an escape (He got caught by the feds)
Just sent my momma some lobster and steak (Momma good know she fed)
Hoe asked me for bread so I sent her a cake (Yeah
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