Lyrics:
me and animals
Rules to this shit
I made me a manual
A step by step booklet for you to get
Your game on check
Not just shit pushed back
Numero uno
kids and you're gonna love it!
Gravy dripping all over me
Christmas is good...
But only when I come to your house
and you've been good
Christmas comes
I had a crush on this girl way back in school
But if she was happy I was happy. It was cool.
Then I' m at this house party man, chillin' by the pool
the shooters
While you five deep, zero bitches, chippin' in for hookah
Fat nigga Anirtala on my arm piece
Cuban cigar, sippin' Zimas out in Palm Beach
That
from Louisiana you could tell by the accent
Well I'm a get in the doors on impalas with the phantom kits
Pull up at the party hop out and get it
Because we'll never be
Told by the old school
Sold the old rules
Tho' we're no fools
Downbeats down to earth
You down with me?
Clowning round
The devil smiled and put on her party dress,
Out on the curb her curls were a mess.
Chaos went tumblin' through her nimble hands,
Never skipped
At the party she'd never seen a face so happy
She worries as the years go by
Will he wonder why he don't look like his daddy
She sees them playing in
cats gettin real lame
Same ol' funny cats
Radio Cats
Dummy Squads
Get one gold record step in the party hard
Like Tyson with ten body guards
Quiet
seven members,
That's it. That's all you got.
Eight! Eight!
Lick a shot-shot. Boom 5 4 3 2 1 wanna make you jump up,
It's like a clean cut
Slicing
We took this trip to Garden Grove
It smelt like Lou Dog inside the van, oh yeah
This ain't no funky reggae party, five dollars at the door
It gets so
Kim: Come on Mel how about pulling a cracker
Mel: By the look of you darling I think I already have
Get it
Kim: Rockin' around the Christmas
hello, who is this?
Merry Christmas Melvyn
It can't be
Come on Mel how about pulling a cracker
By the look of you darling I think I already have
Get
Real Gs never go to sleep
Remembering times we creeped on our enemies
Damn we used to party and fuck up the spots
Puro desmadre running away from
the capital of cali the cover up under hate
Long waits stuck in the valley but we strong
Like radar doppler topple over I know your Washingtons like Rover
they're complex
I'll tie a duck MC up and pour acid down his lyranex
Chased by Him because his was his beginning
Federal Bureau couldn't even figure
and a pipe
Or a bike and a spinner, a weapon and some transport, for my little nigga
Posted Destiny up on her b-day, and got blocked by bare silly hoes
But
members,
That's it. That's all you got.
Eight! Eight!
Lick a shot-shot. Boom 5 4 3 2 1 wanna make you jump up,
It's like a clean cut
Slicing through
support
Living day by day on the edge of the lens
But he didn't realize that life was short
Now Eazy turning your sleep put your heat
My stars as I match
Verse 1: Po3
I’m motivated by the notion of being overrated or under-appreciated for greatness
I know the matrix, with the numbers on the screen I
to ours
Yeahhh
Party time in the crib, shit 5am my girl works at 6 I'm a prick
Now I ́m in a panic, coz i got kicked out and i feel home sick "daaam"
along
They're singing alo-o-o-ong
If you keep me with you i'll never be alone
I started out freestyling over party beats
With a bank account that was
She all up in the function, fuck it up Heard the party Goin' up, here I come
Me and gang in this bitch, throwin' ones If I see you in the club, then
dope and got caught by Five O now I'm seeing white women doing the same
I think I'm ready to switch up the frame
News flash, know some brothers that
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