Lyrics:
came through the port
Live by the code die by the code
so much cane done came thru this city we named 40th street Bird Road
Who made Opa-Locka? Who knows
(by Bob Marley)
(Do do do do-do do do!
Do do do do-do do do!
I rebel music;
I rebel music.)
Why can't we roam (oh-oh-oh-oh) this open country? (open
the breadknife
Grandma wake up
And scene
Across the pond In a little town
Lived the short stout Bobby Brown
Cut his grass With a sharpened axe
Never paid a dime
to die to go and make the news
Bob Marley papers I'm rolling gummy bear edibles
High end wit the filter little bristow got me super fried
I'm super high
up by a bitch bird asking me why you sleep with the stick
Big boss LeeMac 99 nigga dont beat it then this little light of mine
He talking reckless he
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
said I would fail.
But my dreams never got clouded by the negativity or the people’s words.
Dreams were in the sky way above the clouds & the birds
hit ya like boom bam don't ya know who I am
I got this shit by the bird half O-Z or the gram
But never ever let a nigga owe you that don't know you
sleep (still going to get my)
I lose one come back with three.. yeah three little birdies
I ain't worried bout a thing (three little birds)
I bet Bob be
these players can play
So we can play on play on
Brought the 77 slant nose V-dub Bug
Leaks oil but the roads (?)called it crazy (mug?)
Its a little noisy
pissed off
Little Einstein's the way I'm tryna get this lift off
Three, two, one, put the timing of this bitch off
No time that you can tell, the hell
scared like I'm Tyson, mixed with Nino
NSG is the movement, put that on Marley and T-bo
Lifting weights with these firearms, feeling like I'm Deebo
Every
at last
Wayne County Jail full of noxious gas
Got three quarters of your senses massed
You're left with only the sense of Touch like Tony
The majority
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
from Harden
So you know the targets locked
If they foul that's three
The step back got them weak
Mama wanted me to preach
But I'm a little closer
bands and a dub
From my Bank of America account by a scrub
the crowded city feeling all alone
Used to live slow and wear pajamas
Step off stage as a bad mamajama
Bumping 3rd Bass not MC Hammer
My main man Slick,
on it
That shit is a dub man that bitch for the streets
Down on her knees she ain't losing no balance
She end in a split so you know that she valid
We had
trynna serve
Little boy bird
Who stayed in the Gluck
By madison
Yea never gonna see that pack again
Damn I'm back down bad again
Tcal set my bail
My lemons
enjoyable
There's something about goth girls in short skirts I find delectable
So come back to my shelter you horny little pale raccoon wearing three chains
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