Lyrics:
Let's start the year off right man
(That birthday s***)
Dip-set man Jim Jones, Santana, Freaky, Killa
Enough, let's do it Killa
Up and now
Brr, Lord let me catch my drift, ah
Roll a big chopper
While the ride getting wiped down
The white I got right now
Will turn your wife light-brown
geurrilla family soulja
taught me how to slang blast it right
Considered me a bastard right
Family be the back stabbin' type
My cousin's tried to have me
and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
no fool
I'll take your money, I'll make you a movie
But I can tell ya right now, I was born to boogie
Well, my name is Bocephus, I drink a whiskey by
That fills the room right now
And there's a childhood that no longer needed me
And I hope that you don't feel the same
And Alleluia is her name
Sunday
This that Off Beat And Righteous
Hope your soul gon' like this
Right on
Roj Mahal Trash Mahal
Mesmerized by the twinkle in the eye of a child
in my pocket
For all the forks in the road
Yea I get high
So what
I get by
I make bucks
I live life
With no fucks
God damn right
I've been up
All damn
The difference between me and you is ya boy real
Precise Music, started my own label
I ain't scared to die I'll cut my own cables
Look, by the vine that you niggas
love me but they don't, just around me
All these niggas say they gang but they stab you in the back
I could have that nigga dropped right now but so
in sweet home Alabama
May live in Georgia but ain't from Atlanta
Such a troubled kid getting coal from Santa
Can't stay on beat even if your life is
me down overalls and an a.m. radio
Tried to get it right the first time and take it slow
Alabama singing 'in a hurry and don't know why'
Black
To see a pack of rednecks straight from 1905
Could tell by the clothes thery wore and their broken grammar
That I was the main event of a lynching in
Ready? A'ight
Look here Niggas, been a long time comin'
No more talk, fuck this intro shit
Start the music
This right here, yeah
Where the fuck,
killed a nigga the city love, he don't come outside today
They shoot his mama house up every night, right now, he wide awake
On the road to riches, they
Every night I sit here by my window (window)
Starin' at the lonely avenue (avenue)
Watching lovers holdin' hand an' laughin' (Hahaha)
And thinkin'
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz
ejected
I didn't get the album out, somebody cock blocked it
In 99 I smacked the blackball right in the side pocket
When I drop it take ya plaque
ridin by
Lookin at The window shy
Saying goodbye to your eyes
Man I'm feelin fine right now
(That could be The Hook)
So why we fucking ridin by
Looking
Let's go down to the sea
Let's take a walk down by the sea
See the blood soaked sand go down to the sea
It's such a beautiful night, love when
right now
Bruh I got five on me, bruh I need some ice cream
Aye, can you get one for my partner
Aye dat my lil ice cream
Aye I need some ice cream
drove by in a grey van rite out of the shade in Ray bans
Now they gotta make me get paid cause I'm on the same van that told them
If they don't give me
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