Lyrics:
Chorus:
I'm a lowlife , ask me how I know, got a list so long that its rollin down the floor, my soul writes low life melodys and tones, on beats
Throw it back make it clap
Scrub that booty on the floor
You so fine you a dime aye
Wipe the pole do your dance
Every nigga in the club in a trance
Down
[Verse 1]
I’m one week old
A look at you don’t know what’s coming
Burgers then to the arcade
A month goes by
The more time spent I see I’m
the next move for me
Had to make that nigga chill for at least two to three months
Cause when it's on, it's on
He didn't care
It's like slow down
Late night at a dank pub
Lost and regretting who he’s become
At thirty-three he’s already got lines on his face
And they get deeper by the day
He
hip-hop was good
There lived a little boy who was misled
By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash
Jacking
a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white
Pac - I’m the reason for the clock
Yea, over here, we never stop
I hide a gun up in my sock
I meet a fan, say thanks a lot
What's in ya belt? Man it’s
"I wonder what's the shoes for?"
She told me: "Don't you worry no more!"
And got right down there on the tile floor
"Now darling stomp all over me!"
get so bored as time goes by, I think I'll do something dirty
I pick at the floor for juicy butts and I'll make myself a smoke
A bog roll and envelope
forget about my homeboy EZ Dicc and the Jackoff Hour
That's happenin' at twelve o'clock tonight
Right now we got some new Snoop Doggy Dogg for that ass
forget about my homeboy EZ Dicc and the Jackoff Hour
That's happenin' at twelve o'clock tonight
Right now we got some new Snoop Doggy Dogg for that ass
the hell are those papers to sign?"
And the man broke down
In a private room Danny's mother wept
As an old Jamaican woman swept
And not by chance their
these bitches want us for the fortune
I been wrong
Slowed down by the issues in my head
Got no time for tissues you can miss me when I'm dead
I be like
understand that we all have thrown the law
Down through the government's lovely carpeted floor
I thought this was enough, clearly they want more
It has
Two o'clock early in the mornin'
I'm feeling down and blue
I can tell another night will go
Without dreams and without you
I call you up
Just
Woe
Sosa Sosa Sosafina Baby
Neddamean
Ain't No Hoox Needed forreal
Gahh
It's da gang
Throw up my 4's and my 3's
Unlock my 3rd eye
7 the key
Big
on shit
Everything I do is awesome
I’m adored bitch
The keys I give you don’t work
Knock down the door next
Y’all been wrong since I started
The same as I
A vato been up all night/1
I ain’t even slide on the ice/2
Smell like a skunk burning up in my pipe/3
I can’t even lie she won’t let me down from
Crusing down 20 blowing pressure doly
Look at the time and is 3 on my rollie
A zip of gas on me and i just rolled me a stogie
Khalifa papers on me
within the sin, the terrorism
Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead
I come forth with Gravediggaz, in a head full of dread
I've been examined
within the sin, the terrorism
Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead
I come forth with Gravediggaz, in a head full of dread
I've been examined
Fourth of July was three months ago, shoulda pad 'em down
No one will fold both thumbs
and eight fingers to square with Joe Young
Tongue below one,
grace
Tell me good things tell me that my world is safe
You pass by bars with empty stages
Three o'clock drinkers fall by
Chairs are placed on top
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