Lyrics:
I'm writin this cause I'm out of it
And I'm bored as shit Call me Plywood Jim
Or Woody Slim maybe Johnson Twig
It don't matter bitch you can call me Tim
Money long it don't fold up
Let me get some gin pour up
Got some bomb weed roll up
Niggas got their gang thrown' up
These niggas got their game, they
some brew
call up your girl and invite her too
come active and bring purple lactives
'cause we're gonna get more busy than gymnastics
and do the humpty
released, I'ma clock some cash
Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street
There'll be trouble when they see me
When I get free, motherfuckers
every hater above and below the equator that's hating cuz I do shit greater
They call me C.H.O.Z.E.N she call me Daddy
Baby girl ass got me feeling
Like a medicine in times of war, helps me get over
The sweetest sounds I ever heard, my joy, my heart, my music
Like a medicine in times of war,
on the free
Life on the free
Life on the free
Life on the free
Life on the free
Get it, Get it
Life on the free
Life on the free
Let him help you
Let
on a boat by free will
My point is for us to have
Stayed in that position even though
The numbers were on our side means
That we were mentally enslaved
They
Let me get some gin pour up
Got some bomb weed roll up
Niggas got their gang thrown' up
These niggas got their game
They got it from us
I'm with my gang
wreck
Round the same time, bit by the radioactive bug
Hip hop had me cutting and acting tough
Started dabbling writing some raps and stuff
But money
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
you got my back
When I do my thang, help me get on my feet
[S.J.:] Ohh if, only you knew
[Twista:] If only you knew
[S.J.:] How much I do
[Twista:] How
I'm done--straight to the tub
Just call me the gangster of love.
I'm a mutherfucker
I put a bitch through a test.
If she don't pass, she don't get
Pecan and a slice of Key Lime
I'm just kicking free game straight up outta free mind
Out here doin me from Tacoma up to Fremont
Ace is on the beat, bitch,
Lord I'm calling
On you give me
All I need to say
To get us through
All this negative
And make a way
We make mistakes
But with greatness
Need to keep
call
An issue at work and my manager going berserk
I've had a lot of bad days but this is the worst
Got an upset client on the phone
Trying to get his
try to boost they sales
We put our pies on the table and our eyes on the label
'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
Call me
Hey there ladies, Johnson's free
Who got the law, who got the love to keep a man like me?
[Chorus]
I said, oh na'n'na na
When I die, don't you
Mmmmmmm, I cross him up Ty Lawson (Yuh)
Perc give me powers like Austin
34 P’s break em down Joe Johnson
Surrounded by money like i’m on Shark Tank
to be free
Needed a shoulder to cry on no one was there for me
So I flew back south flew back right by the beach
It was a little big town
Wine beer
sides like KD when he left the Thunder
Sunset on the east and I was falling under
Temptations
Holding me down I needed to be free
Needed a shoulder to cry
and listen to something else
I like to commit murder, call me Ted Bundy
I'm gonna put you in a burner
I bought a bitch from a store, I'm gonna return her
No, no, no. You don't understand
I have to finish sending this email for work
Like, my boss is gonna kill me
Hah, well, what do you know?
Get a load
ain't beautiful
I grew to hate summer 'cause I would get darker than usual
My brother would call me "chabon," white kids called us Sambo
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