Lyrics:
Rapper by day, but I'm a dad by night
You can have all the money, but your time finite
Uh, yeah, you know we doin' it right
Family over everything's
Swizz, I'm just gonna go rap from the top
Make 'em stand up, ah
Exterminator, manager's observin' hater
Hollow man the terminator
Rollin' in
out! (No way!)
Went to university, hardly was it worth a thing
Only through all the pain did I grow my purple wings
Beat up all my beat up beats, planned
it?
Oh no, man
I'm cueing up the fourth album now, his final one
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four, listen
Look into my eyes
Tell me
I'm always rapping quick and my lyrics are fucking highbrow
She sells sea shells by the sea shore
Peter Piper picked up the 9 and came to my front porch
fucked up already by
Purpin' off computers
If I take my mask off he won't have a future
You wanna survive you gotta maneuver
Your whole team hurting u
to make me feel low
They gave me a skateboard, while they had low-lows
Girls used to say, "Snoop, you're so cute
But you gets no rap with that to' up
(You shot yourself)
Let me tell you how it works
You think your big brother's little bro is a jerk
So you strap up your clique 'cause you wanna get him
boys hollered," Get up whoever you are and get a pickax
Mine me enough to start another hell and keep it burnin'
Mine me enough to start another hell.
move back further
I'm at the finish line and there ain't no drill
It's so far behind but yet ain't got the brains to quit it
When she blows up she'll
Getting head in the drop top
While the cop watch
Don't stop
Til I nut on the roof of yo mouth
Tear it up like a chop shop
In the hot box
No crops
But
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes
Brothers are amused by
So stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged.
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that,
And then some, dead, dead, dead, one by one.
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
You should mind yours
Baby my new accessory is mocha colored
And saving herself for marriage like a Jonas brother
Even though that shit is real and I
and the Range
My niggas up to par, drop-top Jaguars
Lock on you when you step in the car
Lock-whole you when you step in the car
That's the superstar status
some time
For the brother to hook up a line
As if he had a fishing rod, but my mission is God
Science I be dishin' out be hard
Deep in his eyes,
the bag with 2 arms
Got the weed coming by the acres
Look like I robbed 2 farms
Jamaican cartel pull up, Fat Bwoy say "wahgwan?"
I just hit 'em like
boys hollered," Get up whoever you are and get a pickax
Mine me enough to start another hell and keep it burnin'
Mine me enough to start another hell.
let me show you what I'm 'bout
Aye, pull up
Baby, come to the crib, don't hold up
Hit the whip, go fast, do donuts
Or we can chill with the brothers
on the Bacardi
Wake up take a sip I'm buzzin'
Only drink it by the dozen
What's up, I love that smoke
And that ganja burnin' my hand
Local woods in high demand
burnin'
Return of the no good and I won't quit
(And the next thing I know
Something came crawling up from below
Something that made Godzilla look like
had a proposition
If we all brand together, there ain't no stoppin' this shit
Come up with aliases, bipolar opposites and
Be ready to come off
deranged
Like a pit that's off the chain (Ha)
I been huntin' motherfuckers
Ain't no runnin' from the stain (Aye)
Dig my confidence
A brother brought a shovel
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