Lyrics:
got thump in my trunk
That's all I really need and
A bag of blue funk
Although I may be high profile
I keep a low pro style
Stay calmly, but my homies
and precise
Special effects will be created by an editor's splice
The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin'
Bust a move to my groove work your body do
I was a globe and you were a sport
I wouldn't be basketballs in your court
I'd be more than that, I'm an intangible good
I'm not Bob the Builder, but
I
Hope everybody listening to this
Has a very happy time at
Christmas and has a good
Fortunate, lucky New Year and a good
Time to be had by all
you bad
It’s too much time that we let by
Verse 2:
Usually I’m good until
I come across you
You know my Momma raised me Christian
But I’ll never
Feeling good fornicate a model
Rolling up a whole pound of ganja
I smoke away and solve my problems
Ice skating the beat I'm Sidney Crosby
I'm slick
Flakes, flakes
Flakes, flakes
They don't do no good
They never be workin' when they oughta should
They waste your time
They're wastin' mine
I'm totally fucked up. I can barely speak. I'm totally fucked up.
They gave me so many drugs. But, uh... I'm gonna be here... Alright,
what we're
a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand
By letting her pass I proved to be a better man
She keeps on passing me by (passing me by)
She
a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand
By letting her pass I proved to be a better man
She keeps on passing me by (passing me by)
She
good. This could be interesting. Carry on!
Larry: Cebu! Sing it with me! Cebu!
Jimmy, Jerry & Junior: Cebu!
Larry: Boy is riding with cebu
Jimmy, Jerry
[Chorus]
I'm ready for war
I do it for sport
I kick in the door
Say less and do more
I pray to the lord
Why are you testing me dog
I got the force
to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
When you all fucked up, and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Be on some
awestruck. Haha, the gallery erupts into delight
Random person in the gallery: Go get them champ!
Donald: Yes Yes. I think it would be hard to find in
any
The good life, one day that's what I'll be livin'
Fantasy never hurt nobody, whatever chills the illin'
When the every day gets on your last one
Can make a nigga moms hang
Up crosses and horseshoes
I brought you to that state
Of mind you needed
By now you're weeded, bob your head
Recline seated
from blind mice
I was staring at the cheese in hindsight
What's gone be my legacy when time flys
It fly by like good bye
Good bye to the worry
all eloquent, leather shit in my front yard
Tv by my swimming pool, got it built like a sports bar
Chevelle with a new motor, got the bitch like
Flakes, flakes
Flakes, flakes
They don't do no good
They never be workin' when they oughta should
They waste your time
They're wastin' mine
I don’t play no sports but my kicks they so good, look like I ball
And that girl trying to reach me she got insoles looking tall
I equate her to my
to hell
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
Oh, please be
understanding
What's better to understand then be misunderstood?
'cause the FBI is up to no good
Power to the peeps who come with their own drum
And don't
inside a lot
Tryna not be hot and get caught
By these motherfuckin' mer
Throw that nigga in the turf
Red dead enemy ironic cuz he reppin' twelve on his
see
Yea, oh, herb has got to be free
Herb has got to be free
Herb has got to be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Good, good ganja
You can illegalize it
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