Lyrics:
in aye, take me in
Ain't gonna stop 'til they take me in
Pull up, Blanco i'm an artist, Pablo
I don't trust no one еxcept my bros
'Cause anyone can
the greatest
I was in the papers before I made it
Please do not address me unless your naked
Them clothes, get em off
Tryna find a cool trick just to get me off
change a thing
Because I'm blinded by the light
And you might've stabbed me in the back
There's no way I won't fight
Acting like you love me why'd you do
Mary had tha hot soup boiling
Didn't know why but it felt so good
Like some waffles in that morning
Headed back to tha woods
Now I'm full as tick
a hundred
Be real that shit went out in 86
I'm down with the Geto Boys but my mind ain't playin tricks bitch
You still refuse to give me mine cool
Nigga be
I'm in it
I grip it, it stiffens, and sits in the morgue
You sick of the gore
The illest to board, I'm digging a fork, and ripping a whores
Fetus out by
have to have those young girls fool ya, you dig?
Trick ya outta your check, so you can learn about it
Don't try to play if you ain't ready for it
speakin', bringin' door-to-door, seekin'
Tranquility, that ability will keep on repeatin'
To saw someone in half may be a trick or treat
Makin' them dance
If I ever trick a bag y'all can kill me
Bitch I'm really in my bag, do you feel me?
I'm the kid with the drip, nigga clearly
Rocks hittin' in my ear,
Feelings in my head that can hurt and deceive
I got thoughts in my mind
That you wouldn't believe
Thinking times are tough
Like I'm not enough
I'm
can't be blamed, I can't, can't
I can't, can't be tamed
I can't be changed, I can't be tamed
I can't be, be, I can't be tamed
Well, I'm not a trick you
like Pam with another man kid
Is that yo bitch?
Why you mad? I'm the fucking man
You chose a fan, trick
Nigga what? (Nigga what)
Nigga who? (Who dat
There's need to go on safari
We could just chat where we matched at
Or you can
Send your kisses by fax
Post your hugs in the chat
Send your kisses by fax
divin back in the cocoa plant game Mr. Johnny Law I'm celibate
Rebellion, slightly throwed off, but hella smart (smart)
Got the mouthpiece of a pimp
Rodgers
Check my posture
I'm too straight to get robbed
Or caught by the cops
So all these setting me up
Snitching on me rumors better stop
If pockets wet
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(Chorus)
Im riding hard in the donk/
Lookin big in
without me the shit brown but
Bitch I'm rapping now
I shook you off cuz I gotta get it can't be slowing down but
If I'm back in town
Ima stop by now tell me
of got you by
Tio never made the call so all in all y'all had to
Decide
To survive
The projector of life
Tinkered away and then spliced
A background fit
fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all
fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all
I remember When I was a young kid
Searching for a purpose
In a world full of tricks
Took a lot of damage to head
When I would vanish in my bed
litty
I'm pulling up yea with a 50
Y'all niggas y'all pull up so empty
So why tf y'all boys be staring?
I guess it's cause I look so fresh
In school
(tell 'em)
I'm sick of y'all fake Timbaland beat bitin', you know what I'm sayin'
I'ma bring it to y'all like this
By all means necessary
You might
your savior
Slacking around
I‘m the king in this town
I get the throne instead of get thrown away
Got a little more time to play
To stay
Got
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