Lyrics:
motherfucker getting fly
Purple lean, purple weed, got that shit
Nigga what you need? Me and Theo had a trio
With these bitches from Belize
Good lookin', so
the project wars
Bullets never pour
Snatch your life from menacin crack-whores
By standing just outside of the limits of the law
On the face of human waste
'cause I got love on the list
High powered juice where I
Don't even get frisked
Walk up in the place and
Get hugs from the misses
Pounds from my brothers
even read you
The effort I put into music
Is still the same amount
'Cause ain't a damn thing changed
Except the bank account
I remember the day I got my
Make ya lazy ass jump, do the running man
Turn into a track star if he got a gun in hand
Money talk, you know bullshit walks
But you can't let fly if it
it don't touch me
I got that bag and
If you need it at 3 then fuck it
Fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it
I'm pullin up music loud
I'm causing a ruckus
to the basement
- Oh man I got another song let's play it, sayin:
Chorus:
Ain't got no time to waste, but I got time to spend on good friends and family
Love's
my house never wanted a trade
Music my life
Thank God I can live it
You say it take time
Thank God I can give it
Don't get rewinds
I charge by
from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies
to Bristol and pipe ya wife
See me rude boy I'm so grime for life
Them man do grime like every other weekend
I'm 24s, fuck a 9 to 5
Got in on lock from
Red laces big booted like I’m Iraq bound
That frown will get you ate by
My cannibal from Sac Town
So relax pal, pat down, gat down, bat down
Blackout
thirsty they can only serve me sprite
Man that’s crazy that ain’t even close to what happened to me
I’m on the dance floor getting funky then got punched by
off when I'm working
Man, I ain't even have to concentrate to
Get this 8 off like a German
That's light work
I can rap last or rhyme first
Pick ya
Drink it down
Just another night on the town
With the big man, money man, better then the other man
He got the plan, with the million dollar give
Drink it down
Just another night on the town
With the big man, money man, better then the other man
He got the plan, with the million dollar give
the mic
I'll tell you all these motherfuckin' jokes I got (clap ya hands, man)
But first I'ma start off like that, ayy, help me sing it, homeboy
Come
ya look
Neck gotta crook
Cause I got what it took
Somebody Please call 911
F 12
I’m Feeling like Bush
I just be louder then kush
Pop out like a butch
Call me the trigger man
Looki lookin' for the governor
Huh he ain't lovin' ya
But here to trouble ya
He's rubbin' ya wrong
Get the point come along
land
Call me the trigger man
Looki lookin' for the governor
Huh he ain't lovin' ya
But here to trouble ya
He's rubbin' ya wrong
Get the point come
filet these foes
Dim lights and a beat I'm Bobby Flay of the flow
Everyday for the dough, no, I'll never follow green
I got a green collar on, eating
of old Kanye's best
But all they got left if F.Y.I. from the West
In the right side of victory for real
Success my lay up drill
In the mainstream
I win by
the backing from my 1k MPC
You want beats go head holla man i might just chuck it free
Nowadays i've been reeling really feeling like bobby
I'm on a great thing
Ant man how I pound it down
Big booty fox hit I from the back
She play with the sac now it's a wrap
Hope she don't catch me when sneaking out the back
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
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