Lyrics:
and Fletcher
Cool young niggas like Wyatt and Fletcher
All smiles over here just like Wyatt and Fletcher
Imma ride round zone 6 playing Alice in Chains
She gon
in wonderland
She Alice
I'm the mad hatter
Baby got a trippy cat
I can't even cap
An these niggas
Finna over lap
Boy you lost boy
Ask Dora for a map
from my corner
I drown niggas in hundred degree saunas
You can act a fool if ya wanna (biatch)
It's this lyrical piranha
Strapped wit a grenade, in
in the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom (yeah)
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
day
So I took my Chronic album and slept in the hallway
I learned this the hard way, when police came our way
My daddy had his act on like it never
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
last long
Found solace in promises lept by bitches who swallowin'
All my kids, they keep gobblin'
Write for who? They keep hollerin'
A&r's with
Right when y'all finna leave the joint then I show up
Star-spangled up and my chain got cuts
Mr. T looked, saw my shit and went nuts
Starks stays in
a man blazing
Cover up what? nigga tuck chains in
Diamonds all in your face like shaving
And the gyal dem call me Earthquake
Cos I make their pussy
could build faster
I'm a real master, real massive
You just real average
I see your chain, it's strange
They wore those in the Middle Passage
And it's
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
Truly lethal
Me and you?
We not equal
Alice in chains
Inspired by rage
I'm living life
Turn the page
Act your age
Or shut the fuck up
Imma big dog
in Chains, I'm dirt, I am lame
Drinkin' penny royalty with cobain, no pain, there's no gain
And no stress, ain't no strain, yeah
I'ma come back on them
I got clear vision like a Nikon lens
Bet on me bring the dice on in
No telling when the life gon’ end so
Too paid for a night off, ah yeah
Like
doin where he goin
What chain was he wearin, what he drivin ,was he glowin?
Who givin him head, who he hittin, who he go wit
Who you seen him in
of the food chain
Keep the crown clown I rock a L.A. Dodger fitted
Showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down wit' it
Now the ball's in my court never
Got a new chain now my neck cold
Got a new bitch do what she told
Bought a new whip and its rose gold
Saw my ex girl give a mean scold
Made her tear
I am a beast
I am a menace
Wondering why
They aint calling me dennis
Got racks and a chain
No dent in my pocket
Believe in your eyes
They still in
Going again and again and I get it.
They said make an album so I went and did it.
Blunt it be ripping while wearing a chain and a fitted, right hand
(Great John on the beat by the way)
I was on tour for four months we was overseas (Greenlight Gang)
Did fifty-five shows in forty-five countries (woah)
your eyes
Falling out of despair
And we kiss
Tasting your lips
Riding the highways
With no one on it
The radio plays
Alice In Chains
Waking up
functions Where they servin all my stuffin
By the zip a quarter pound go down another rabbit hole
This world ain't a wonderland
So where the fuck did Alice
My motivation balanced the pain, I did escape this
Wonderland that had Alice in Chains, she need a Facelift
It ain't catching caps from a K, you see
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