Lyrics:
Should first lengthen
If it is cold as in December
When evening comes j'm'en back yard
After miles penalties and the body harrassé
I look bleak
Should first lengthen
If it is cold as in December
When evening comes j'm'en back yard
After miles penalties and the body harrassé
I look bleak
Who is it?
Well, it's Grand Puba, honey
With my man Stud Doogie, love
Droppin' 2000, dig the way this go down
Check it
I hit a flow all dipped in
Who is it?
Well, it's Grand Puba, honey
With my man Stud Doogie, love
Droppin' 2000, dig the way this go down
Check it
I hit a flow all dipped in
zombies, becomin' one by now
Wonderin' if my style would support her and her child
Out the corner of my eye saw this stud I recognized (who?)
One
After midnight
Turn up
So it all goes down
When midnight comes around
She broke up with you by nine
Midnight, she calling my line
All she wanna do is
back yard
After miles penalties and the body harrassé
I look bleak and hands dégueulasses
To encourage what beautiful to the grimace
Of course there's
backed by bullies who be peelin' caps
I sack a rapper like linebacker, play my rhyme backwards
You can hear the Devil speak his mind with fine graphics
laughing hysterically
When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
Horses, horses, horses, horses
Coming in in all directions
White
laughing hysterically
When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
Horses, horses, horses, horses
Coming in in all directions
White
I remember bein' in high school wit my Nigga Blake
Eatin' churros after school on Saturday
It ain't none it was cool we were on our way
To cookin' up
nigga Don wearing browns
Lil built the stud up from the grown
Meant we built this shit up from the grown
Even back then he heard my sound
Even back then
of stankfanger
In a room with a red-headed slut
When it was done
He said boys, it was fun
But I prefer banging studs in their butts
Harv gets behind any stud he
But in case you ain't too sure a knowin'
We're gonna let you listen to us one by one
Four brothers who are blowin' our horns
How'd ya do, I'm
and proud yo let me speak
I'm a nigga 4 life, always judged by the cover
Nigga 4 life, why do I have to suffer?
Nigga 4 life, word cuts like a knife
What can
HERES 13 QUESTION I ASK
MYSELF LIKE WHY YOU DISAPPEAR AND WHY YOU LEFT BACK IN THE DAYS YOU
STUD BY ME IN ANY WEATHER WHY I WAS BEHIND BARS YOU WROTE BACK
the full time whistle
Blows without no mistletoe
You'll be praying that kisses blow
Because by the end of the game
You'll see trophies, medals, Mexican waves
that kisses blow
Because by the end of the game
You'll see trophies, medals, Mexican waves
And your ten man on the stage like
Victory’s Tottenham's,
Paralyzed by hatred and a piss ugly soul
If he murdered his father, he thought he'd become whole
While listening at night to an old radio
Where they
don't even care man I pull up with the keys
I don't even care man we swerving through the streets
Hop in the stud then we merching this beat
Like eeee
now
I just made 4 figures from my job I don’t know how
Shits tough but I see clear
Cashed 366 like a leap year
When I’m working on my purpose I don’t
is the first week of July by the way folks. About three or four days
later... we must have got there around the 30th of June. Anyway, what a great
wait to tell the plug 'bout the bags I sell
Point fives for the four, got grams for the seven
After third lunch, you can catch me and Dev
Blowin' on this
strings in 'em (what?)
Two hundred thou' on your set, let the green get 'em
Four fifty clip, four MACs, I need beams with 'em (rrah)
Ayy, and I was
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