Lyrics:
knows
Wrist glow it's a party, aiyo
[Verse 2 - Benzino]
I got Cris by the case, lil pocket full of pesos,
you can come party with me
Me in the back,
in Latin
Ipso facto, sharper than Exacto
Knives, cats need to have nine lives
'Cause I'm taking them five at a time
When you're reborn don't even
could tell by her moaning
In the morning in the morning
I know things could get all crazy
But you made it from the hating
I know, I know
Girl you
heart torn out by somebody you thought was a friend/
And now your trust is worn down or bought to an end/
No pardons can mend it, when you're darkened
To the doorway this is your day come get a foretaste
Dinner served, word up yo! soul food and it's gourmet
Hey! Behind the clouds and the mouths full of mystery
Yo
She wanted to hear stories in my car
So I keep on tellin' her
That my life's been a film, so it's like the cinema
Come get involved, you can
Hogs, Dre'sta the Gangsta
and we are: Bandana Swangin' Productions (Yo, Toones!)
Can you feel this realness? Nothin' can save ya
From the school full
what they call us now
It's your teacher, welcome to my classroom
Who's he, what's that? Yo you better ask soon
It's the K to the are to the S One
gonna try to take your "vie"
Lost a lot of "amis", I can't even fuckin "compter"
Drive-by's all the time, the whole neighborhood fuckin' "chauffé"
I
leaving
All that fucking power that you be fuckin' feenin'
Socks the color of their drinks when they be fuckin leanin'
GRAB YO UMBRELLA CAUSE IT'S CLAYDOH
feel a full rush of feelings
Sugar realm wolf
Crystallized incense books
Verses that get shook in the sentence
Just for the Purpose to make em
be used against you
you reap what you have sown yo
may the hand of God be upon you
world full of war so much gore
little bit of love is too much
Yeah muthafucka
You got the album
Now meet Bullet, Foe Foe, Cell Block, Full Clip
And I'm Lil' Shank
This Psychopathic Rydas muthafucka
Cut em all
out
Yo, Slic PA run wit Fat Face the only
I run up on 'em, run up in 'em and leave 'em lonely
Believe that, game sharp as creased britches
I stay
I won’t say I’m the best you know
I’ll try to stay professional
But if you disagree with me
Then you can suck my testicles
The test is full of yes
I know what you're goin' through friend
Deep in my heart i wanna put a clear end
To everything we know is hurtin' yo brain
I'm 'bout to sit down with
Because I got a fuckin belly full of laundry detergent
Ayo my girlfriend put Xanax inside her Tampax
And by the way fuck Denzel, he can't act
And Tupac he
what'chu mean ocean man by ween head ass tf up bitch, hah
Next time you shouldn't fuck with me like that
the niggas that done doubt me, better stay the fuck from round me,
All the bitches claiming indie now they can't do good without me,
I can do bad by myself, I
tweeted, deleted it, believe it I seen it
I got a list full of names and I’m checkin off people one by one
Hope yo ass ain’t fast
I can feel the weight
down in 4th grade/
In a city full of psycho fucks/
But we ain't pay attention we just wanna find mo blunts/
Then go to Andy's, me and ma niggas buy
Hoes-
Might Wipe His Nose for Tryna plot. Get da Drop Early Mornin Evil Twin swing by Ya Spot
Call da guys - Dey gone pullup Quick 2 Hop out Like da
say I went through
Like I got a fucking list
Just full of targets that I missed
Like I insist when I get pissed
For times that I just cannot resist
My
don't get impressed
By a little cloud or a bit of press
And your vision off track
I don't consider realizin'
On my end of respect
You'll a miserable cause
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