Lyrics:
[Poet]
Now how should I start this first let me explain
Straight up drama since I bumrushed this game
Now I been doing this since a little rugrat
Never will I hit the pig
So fucked up off this cup of gin
And then I'll rap my shit again
A motherfucking once again
[Chorus x2: OFI]
Each and every day
Never will I hit the pig
So fucked up off this cup of gin
And then I'll rap my shit again
A motherfucking once again
[Chorus x2: OFI]
Each and every day
an antique handgun."
"The victim's left ear was sliced off by a sharp blade of some kind."
"Yeah, and pinned to the body together with a note reading
sprayed up with clips of this Bay love
Attackin you with vernacular, dialect and lingo
The Rapper Gone Bad, boy, peep the first single
Bounce and shake what
thinking
Tell me why or what do you believe in
Is it money?
Now, is it power?
Pimp I pimp I pimp hour by hour
[Verse Three]
My people built this
a half an ounce
I like to smash and bounce in all new whips
What can we do if you ain't got a few chips?
Take a few sips of this game I poured
It's money
Feel this rain, whoa
Feel this bass
From the back, man, we always do the most
Put off, and she swear she saw a ghost
You can see the stars when
sittin here drinkin
A 40 gettin naughty, then my thoughts start linkin
Together, back-trackin, never was into girl-slappin
Releasin tension by grabbin
into a state
With a silly grin upon my face
Don't wait up
Say don't wait up
And she'll be waiting by the phone
But it was her decision to stay at home
They looking at me crazy cuz I bounce around the club
But I keep clapping my hands like I'm tryin' to kill a bug
Row, row, row your boat gently down
sittin here drinkin
A 40 gettin naughty, then my thoughts start linkin
Together, back-trackin, never was into girl-slappin
Releasin tension by grabbin
the hoes bounce
I gotta get drunk off a 64 ounce
You can say 800
Got the weed rolled up so it's time to get blunted
Chorus:
Everybody light your Vega,
doesn't mean a thing
When my hearts in the songs we sing
I've seen so much change
Still the strength remains
Our words bounce off your heads
You don't
The password is party.
[T. Lee]
Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
For the 98 this is how we do
Queen Pen ya'll, T. Lee ya'll
Rock on ya'll, D-Dot ya'll
'cause this would be your fault. I know it's just another lie...
You expect me to succumb, snuff your insecurities.
You bounce from friend to friend,
guest list, no line by-pass, no respect at all (oh oh, oh oh)|We don't wait, anticipate, the bouncer's at the door (oh oh, oh oh)|Ask us who we be,
moving too fast you Ferrari
I’m talking bout the horse not Charlie
Slow it down babygirl need a dolly
Somebody gon' hate me regardless when they see this
friends Rendezvous around 10
Looking fly with the Nesian up high
It's N-E-S to the I-A-N
It really don't matter what spot that you in
Bounce, Ya'll know we
the track, this is only a test
I'm the leader of the pack
My is that...
Number one is no Mathias rap
Don't try this at home little brother
Been doing it for
flowin by the keg,
Looking for that girl with the stanky leg,
Gotta get all my homies on the Skype,
Canu0027t stop at one, you know the type,
All the sexy
through it, but I made a way
I got the dope, I got the guala
Bitch, I go by Bankrol, make your shit bounce like Impalas
Three stripes, Adidas
Off-White,
rise
And bring the pain, uh
Bitch, I'm in a war zone
You comе out alive but not the same
Hypnotized by evil thoughts
(Huh?) , I got the plague inside my
and make it bounce
Make it drop it's getting hot
Should we be waking up the house?
Fuck it keep it up I know you love it when you're loud
But if we hear
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