Lyrics:
the creek real shallow
Walking on rocks slipped up then I scraped my shin
Saw the blood then I knew I had to face within
180 Then I'm back on my pace again
it's the only one I have
Cause I've never seen Breaking Bad
Anyone with me? Or am I on my own?
What about when I tell you I've never seen Game
on so I could cut it off
Cause everybody wants the same kingdom that the king got
Built it up with rocks and I protect it with a slingshot
Mel Gibson
attention
Creepy wearing snakeskins
In a competition with me
They ones and I'm 10
Walkin by em, broke they necks, hella bent
I can't believe it
I can't, I
Yo, yo, yo
Once, once again
Know what I'm saying?
Chorus:
Darkman stay on the street with a tool
For these devil worshippers wit' gats and these
I've got 17 ways to amaze so here's a few of them
Honestly it's like sometimes I don't know what to do with them
If sharing is caring then this
impressions and new blessings I'm rock steady
I got lessons from higher powers and heavy heavies
You'd understand if you got it bad
You could take a stand with
really play the rock like this
You not like this my big dog told me
"grab thе fork and spin a pot like this"
I snatched a Pyrex by thе handle
And then I
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Now it's about to be talked about
You're gettin' slapped by my grammar
Vocals like a hammer with roots from Alabama
I'm under
of blood ?? and graved in
Your forehead, your crew came but they all dead
They in the meat market chillin with the boars head
Straight up and down I'm here
Yo, my brain deserve its own infomercial for how it thinks
You can't be saved by coppin Tae-Bo with Billy Blanks
I turn on sinks and rock to the rhythm
hamburger
Till they bury me black, wrapped up in street camo
I rock the microphone strapped off with street ammo
[Chorus: Mac]
I got the game in my
rock and roll
G Bb C G
G Bb C D
VERSE 3
G
It's that blues in mississippi
F
Ankle deep in delta mud
C
It's a shot of Lynchburg whiskey
G
Put that
shit
Two blonde hoes, three black hoes
Twisting that dro
Know you want 'mo, see yourself float
Rock rose gold, dirt on my clothes
Trife life hoe, smoke
hamburger
Till they bury me black, wrapped up in street camo
I rock the microphone strapped off with street ammo
[Chorus: Mac]
I got the game in my
relax, close your eyes
Let the beat be your guide, tonight
It took a little while
But I learned how to rock and roll
Then the lights went down
thought had all the answers
But I was wrong
Things got strange with my new love
She started runnin hot and cold
She called me up at 3 a.m. and told me it
Ludacris she don't hold out
Clear the words out her whole mouf
Splash waterfalls when I roll out
Hit it three times then I dove out
Need a big house with
took
I ain't exaggeratin', I ain't playa hatin'
3 feet of snow and killas still roll Dayton's
Oh my god, it's crazy
Think I want a different color mink
know it's W's we get
Stone cold with the Rock, got that bitch on a string I hurt ankles
Trying to get that Maybach wood grain brown maple
Had to cut
big A.C. can make in million on the Vegas strip
Since 1976 we been infuenced by pimps
And y'all suckas, is lucky that Smooth can't walk
'cause a lot
a little baby being drug
From a deuce by the bumper like a little rug
What's on my mind is a motherfucking blood bath
Two stanky bitches must have asked me
see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride with
most my favorite albums had covers by Pen & Pixel
My pops had that 5.0, no tinted windows
Swear i used to rock Geneva's with pride, til Pimp had dissed
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