Lyrics:
Dominican-Cuban
My dad is from Chile and P.R. which means:
I'm Chile-Domini-Curican
But I always say I'm from Queens!
Wepaaa!
Carnaval (Carnaval)
Del
featuring Big Punisher KRS One
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS!
Verse one: KRS One
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me
Than
[Big Pimp]
I know that y'all feel me now
Since we dropped that Versatile
Know y'all ain't seen my clique in a while
We in the hood coming up with
belong to me, pass her to my homie
That South boy of Middle G, in this G-A-M-E
are-E-S-P-E-see-T, to the day I D-I-E
Or unless you're a want to be, then
trunk gon glow, that's the way the
Drank Baby roll
On the scene that is my click, give me a note I hit a
Grip
Anything for mine will some, garunteed to be
trunk gon glow, that's the way the
Drank Baby roll
On the scene that is my click, give me a note I hit a
Grip
Anything for mine will some, garunteed to be
Article
Of Clothing That Was Put On
And Emulates That thats Crazy
To Me i Used To Do That With P
So Know That Someone IS Looking At Me The Way
I Look At Him
coming by on the Friday
Sleep in my eye but you know I gotta firm it
Stay up, stay up
Shorty wanna deliver the box like Hermes
Or like parcel force
that m&p shield under my damn shirt
Catch that Pearl Street two piece prove that my hands work
No tough talk, if you know me trust thats how I give it up
Leather on me no latex
Man get bagged
By the powdered fragrance
Used to sit in my house for ages
With a rap book
And I'd write these pages
Used to be crap
keep it G
It's real ones in the family tree
I still pray for my enemies
The future brighter than my VVs
Counting dollars yeah we pushin' P
Counting yen
(Verse 1 = YD)
I'm wit my homie from the west, down south collaboration.
If you don't know, better use imagination.
It might take some time so you
see
They'd function like a G'
And walk that big walk in the streets, in the streets
Yo, I was touched by the real the other day
If my pops was here he
way you like
By the ocean it’s sublime
Time with you is paradise
I wanna give you more and more
Fire until we can explore each other
Hands on my body
That's dead wrong
It was now 11:22
And up scuffles Benny The Shoe
A real hot air merchant from way back
I inquired about Joey A.
And my superfine
to the front, eight cats on the blunt
The tracks gotta pump, the rats wanna thump
We strapped from the junk, got gats in the trunk
My niggas run the V.I.P
my eyes dreamed of this been patient for this day spoke it to existence then Allah made a way
Demons attacking me I lost because I never prayed walking
my men like my S.P.F., fifty-plus
But Ruby and I are mostly happy, going down to the Panera
Throwing white bread to the marina birds, out the window
and you ain't got no fucking time to pray
And G that's R.I.p Fasia, since the day
My cuzzy's chasing up his dream until the sky turns grey
Still I was
ain't just the deal
Why I'm in it for
My nigga pissed 'cause I ain't been to see him
I was in the lab
Working on my tape with Rich and Ian
By
the punches
No free lunches
They're gonna say you changed
That's the narrative they run with
Sometimes I feel like my growth's just stunted
By narrow
the same but it ain't do the job
They came to take it off these girls in tank tops
Like my man Gareth P we came to crush rocks
Shoot hoops with jump shots
being just words it’s heard
Interpreted by the brain and processed
Created in my image like God, but godless
Not saying I’m God let’s
Not play with
the top off of that
See my face, love my race, I'm young, gifted
And black
Rubber band money, Pyrex full of crack
Surrounded by the re-up
What's fuckin'
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