Lyrics:
too.
pressure by the cops now .&niqqas haten on ya do .
see i aint step on no toes to get here .
this hard work . young'n gotta flow. the shit's clear.
I'm outta touch
I take off, blow up just like a heat-seeking scud
Missile for bob-around suckas like a pistol
You beat me in a battle? Ha ha, now
another day of workin
My boss is on my back and I'm about to go berserkin
Catch a fit money grip 'cause pumpin gas is a bitch way
Niggas be ridin by my job
Killing us one by one
In one way or another
America will find a way to eliminate the problem
One by one
The problem is, the troublesome black
the good to go, 'cause it gets good when it's goin'
It ain't so-and-so'n it's just Grand Puba flowin'
Stud Doogie, Alamo, on the ziggie rub the table
Yo that shit you did last
Night was fucking gay!
But regardless lets get this battle underway
Because I'd rather get buried alive
Than have to deal
blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a track star
Heart pumpin' fast like I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me, made clean get away
That means that I still
la la la la la
We be like
They be like
And everybody's feelin' right singin'
They singin'
We singin'
That's how we do it all night like
Get 'em like
hear that shit this evening
y'all niggaz best believe in
Guerilla warfare
Lets creep across the cemetery how they get there
I tell ya was this nigga from
the moves to make'em drop
When the music's pumpin' loud (get down)
I lose myself out in the crowd
Don't ya love bein' at your favorite spot
Where the feeling
of the Chaos
Tell'em we bust'en our shit at the mayor
If he get caught up there's nothing ta save ya
Gauge a spray ya break ya down to were
In front
seems the devil done stole my soul
I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya
I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular
Yo Big Noyd! (What
like a hazmat
When I lay it down
Get money like it's Aflac
4 lit like B.o.B
Talkin my shit like i'm T.I.P
What that mean i'm a king of oneself
Let that
master plan
'Cause I'm the super duper "Trooperman"
Yea mythical get physical
So here we go
Fell the soul and flava
Flow down to ya embryo
Blaoo! My
All this excess stress I can't take it
Slow that thing down, pump ya brakes kid
Why you gotta be all up in her face kid?
The ABS will get you
shit that you be talkin ain't nuttin but gum bumpin
Bumpin the gun pumpin
Mostly ya niggas don't want nuttin, nah
Me and my people we done frontin
In
to pumpin'
They know a n**** dumpin'
You dred like a rasta when I lock like a terrier
Mack 10 the n**** with the heat that I'll berry ya
[Ice Cube]
Oh
on a chase
My heart is pumpin with kicks and 808s
I drink liquor by the 40
Might die by the age of 40
Sellin em by the 40
Tell I’m I see em shortly
You say
If you at the rink put ya skates on
Roll with the nina celebrate and that the day gone
Just because the DJ ain't diggin and pumpin they song
Switch up
Addicted I can't get away from you
Afflicted, I need it, I miss it it
Switch up
I want your lovin' right next to me
And I can't erase ya out
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
is who we are
Every word, every word coming from my heart
N-n-notes pumpin through my heart
Get wit' it, get wit' it
Let me see your hands if you
Just get off wall,let's have a ball
The '70's are gone,it's the '80's ya'll
Grab a flygirl by the hand and ask her to dance
c'mon fellas don't be
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