Lyrics:
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
with Tommy boots
Pushed more Hummers than army troops
Word to my man Dukes
Look at him Versace'd down
More kids than Bobby Brown
Had a private jet
some shit you wanna quote
Yea man so I just be doing it like that
Like
You gotta bounce back from the negativity
You gotta
Do you
I mean you can't
by ya runnin' ya mouth and takin' pills, I can't deal with ya
Bitch you got real issues (real issues) and I'm a real nigga
Deal wit' 'em and I want
game like Call of Duty, or some say more like Madden
But don't judge me by my past, man, I was wicked wild back then
Everybody has some regrets, or else
next
We considered as a threat
We done hung around nigga's that'll polka dot ya chest
So nigga wear a vest
Music got me stressed
So I'm smooth sailing in
Oh, down by the river where the wildflower grow
All the people comin' to a carnival show
Got my little brother Bobby here, so come along
Oh, we gotta
from Japan
Yeah, she mad I ain't your man
Like she can tell me again
Bad bitch and she giving me neck
Dumb ho, yeah, you need my respect
I ain't even
bit of that napalm
This molotov burning ya fucking whole squad
Arson inside his eyes he's a caged demon the
Bird has been locked up so long it went from
in ya mind
I fell awake
All day and I was double the grind
I got the trouble on my mind
And I been pushing the T and when I say T
I got the triple when
holler
Pimp, telling you partner, you don't know what you're doing
Or recognize the trouble you getting in to and you're ruin
And dig this man
I spent
Kept it squeaky clean when haters thought I would slip
Never was enticed by the option of getting rich
Number one assignment was leave people from pit
on now
Too high from the jump
I guess I'm up now
Ya, they show a lot of money
Never weigh it
I do all the work so how the fuck you made it
How you made it
Like kindergarteners
My vision's bothered by vigilantes that harbor on street corners
Try your hardest to harvest bundles of weed on ya
The starving'll
to expose ya as a hoe
So if ya really want this then let's start the show
I want all the smoke, from weed to cigar to gun
Grab the mic and learn to have some
from talking like that
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they
reggae music from Paris we a buss
So push up you lighter, push it higher if you support the cause
We sing One Love, One heart !
cnd fi di terminal sound
page
Got the rap game by its fuckin ankles and legs
Yellin please stop, while Im bustin aimed at its face
Who you know
Who can do it like this, they
Yeah baby boy
In the place (for you and yours) to be
Da uh da uh, we got the uh ya'll
We bout to rock ya'll, we got the uh baby
Yo yo yo check it
singles on the radio
Chino never had the doe, I was determined though
Sabotaged at birth, cursed by an evil angel to strangle
My aspirations from every
Ay man Austin, TX not for South By tho
Yea ya naw'mean
Just out here with the guys
Ay, ay, ay
This for the G's (Hey)
I'm finding my groove it's
intended, but it's worth a try
One got upset, bro called her a dyke
Man, don't be rude, she's just young and bi
My bitch Dior from head to toe
On rodeo drive,
to the D Boys (drug dealas)
Neighborhood dope man
I mean real niggas
Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents
Ain't got a dime, but I rides
to the D Boys (drug dealas)
Neighborhood dope man
I mean real niggas
Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents
Ain't got a dime, but I rides
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