Lyrics:
to go out
So I'ma run this shit up just for Jones now, yeah
I'ma run this shit up for my bros now, yeah
For my bros now, yeah
You better love me
froze
Like toes on bodies in the morgue
That was put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur Ashe with a tennis racq'
but
Now, bet you've heard about this
Marijuana has been shifted by politicians
And voters, to legal, in 19 states and
Counting but the warehousing of so
Fuck the game its all in how you play it
Had to win momma look I made it
Gang, gang everybody banging
Watered down now its saturated
Colors faded
wasn't afraid to take a loss
It just gave birth to my
Ambition I'm taking off
And I show you how to do this son
Name ring bells so the students come
Two
look in my eyes you might see the secret recipe
Me and my brothers yeah we grinding influentially
Put that on my mothers yeah we getting it by any means
covered in blue dye
Give 'em the game, that's like giving chocolate to the fat
Look, how you think I got here?
That's the same game that came through
support me
Im the engine drivin this shyt but I'm local, locomotive
I'm just boolin by lonely tryna get chips and rigatoni
Never givin in to the wave they
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
look you in your eyes I turn medusa into stone
How many more nights could i survive all alone
The infamous but lil less known Paula Jones
Cause don't
to wit' me
But you did, now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
You're all (you're all)
I need
To get by (you're all, all
don't mix
Now here come the handcuffs
They took us both in, locked up
Then we had to part, shit I got out
But kept you for past charges
Cause I found out
Holly turnt this shit up
Ace C on the mix
Know I'm a p fr
You know I sell ps fr
"Stacks"
Know I'm a p fr
You know I sell ps fr
I'm not impressed
to wit' me
But you did, now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
You're all (you're all)
I need
To get by (you're all, all
Can’t come on this lick cause I know you gon tell on me
Mix the Hitek and Wockhardt, this shit just my remedy
I mix the flow, mix the drip this shit in me
Look me in the eye when you're talkin' to me
Wanna see in your soul when you lie
Don't try and tell me that you couldn't foresee
What everybody
by little his layers he peeled
She wouldn't reveal , her lips were sealed
He told her how he felt, he told her how he feels
She said "sorry man, look
a bad bitch rolling (Aye)
She just wanna get to know me she like DoLLas you trophy (Aye)
Hussle up and get a bag I'm on they ass like I'm suppose to (Like
Hold up hold up
If you got change for a Dollar
In your pocket right now
Then it's time to exit the club
If you've been sipping out the same cup
Since
Hold up hold up
If you got change for a Dollar
In your pocket right now
Then it's time to exit the club
If you've been sipping out the same cup
Since
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
about me and you right now
Word
Just take off your shirt
cause I want to massage your back and your shoulders
My little Buttercup,
Central Park was a thrivin' black town
Yo, Chuck, I'm fightin' the power right now
Thank you, Flav and P-E, puttin' it down
Puttin' your life on the line
for a loophole
Just because you look the part, don't mean you can play, ask Manute Bol
My absolute role is to save whatever is left of me
The last of my
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