Lyrics:
day
Because by heart I am Kunta Kinte and I ball big like Segun Arinze
We got talking and yeah it feels nice
We're getting to connect I'm telling her
I want something like Cadillac
My rhymes is a artifact
Pay me like quarterback
But this ain't no franchise
You salty like French fries
You ain't
like ah free throw can pull ah nikka bit and by the night can have her deep throat
Tell everybody da artist I'm lit
Kick game kool like Chinese kicks
and celebrate
Kick off the summer jam with a Mary Jane giveaway
Then we can float like SP the Ghost
And these the last days so it dont matter anyways
Incise
a billy from an old French horn
And I kicked that mule to the top of the tree
Kicked that mule to the top of the tree
Blew me a hole 'bout the size
that be quick to set you up
Turned to a boss now, all these bitches tryna fuck
Chop got that Asian kick, I'm ridin' with Chris Tuck
Cracking hard
Heard there's some money around it's a fact that we get that
No we can't kick it no this ain't no kick back
Humble beginnings I'll never forget that
I put on my kicks
Shawty throwing hints
This is real I spit
a Bible verse
Demons a curse
You gonna be seeing me in a hearse
While it's playing
French
That's when reality warps, It's like I'm stuck in a sort of film made by David Lynch
Me and my zombies bum-rush the chain link fence
Start a mosh
and fled, not wastin' no time
Coppers tailin' my ass, breathin' all down my back
Now my Benz on the corner as I abandon the 'Llac
Grab the satchel full
with me, no, I know, yes I know
But fuck that shit! So pardon my French and English too
But fuck that also, 'cause I wanna hollow out my cuss words out
If you see me roll by
He be fresh n cut
He be fresh n cut
He be he be fresh n cut
If you see me with my guys
We, we be Fresh n cut
We be fresh n cut
pride when I said what up
I guess he thought he would scare me by acting tough
Intimidated him, I asked him what he want to do
He pulled a strap and said
I get more attention then I could ever pay
Shit I keep my payments on auto anyway
Stock shopper by day singer/rapper by night
I'm the type to have
This sound like french dips and wine sips
On nice trips sporting flav kicks
In cool whip down highway 6
With a fly chick she changed her name to my chick
a lil bit of Japanese
A lil bit of French
You know I- you know I don't know what them Singapore peoples
You know speak over there so do they speak
with day 1s (onnnnnesss)
Thumbin through dollars and don't play bout one
Countin racks by the one til the day I'm done (day I'm done) x2
Verse 1:
They
now, French connection, white cognac
What should I do? Check out the beach, head for the hills, find me a new Hollywood freak
Drive by some fly crib,
to talk about we, but I only succeed when it's time that we french
And you'll never know what it mean, except that it's clear I'm not tryina be friends
Ooo
the tables in the french quarter
She always been given so I can't always make her laugh
But I'm proud to say
And I won't forget
Time spent laying by her
the tables in the french quarter
She always been given so I can't always make her laugh
But I'm proud to say
And I won't forget
Time spent laying by her
that goes by
K-Dee:
Ya see my organization is gettin' stronger
See we ain't for that bullshit no longer
Devin and K-Dee
Never the less
the tables in the french quarter
She always been given so I can't always make her laugh
But I'm proud to say
And I won't forget
Time spent laying by her
I suck it up
I hold it in
I don't choke
High on your sin
Compelled by
Cold judgements hand
To unlock
The promised land
These last moments, waiting,
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