Lyrics:
a lightweight, she gone die off the molly
Two shots in, she already trip on everybody
Aye, she like to roll up my blunts
She acting like I'm hers, yeah that's how
it's how I live
Young boss, Taylor Gang General
Drinking out the pink bottle, Rosé Imperial
And my bad bitch look like a centerfold
Cook like a chef
business like show business when the Indiana’s great is screamin’
1 Hater 2 Hater 3 Hater… 4
By the end of the day I need 40 or more screamin’
1 Hater 2
You're welcome to my Darkside
Everywhere cold
All of them dem boys
Dey para outside
2 by 2 jab like AJ
Whenever the fight starts
Burst the bottle
give a damn
Bullets soaked in oil, so the Tec can't jam
Sippin' on Caribbean rum, coconut juice
Smokin' on that chocolate stick, open up two bottles
a damn
Bullets soaked in oil, so the Tec can't jam
Sippin' on Caribbean rum, coconut juice
Smokin' on that chocolate stick, open up two bottles
Of that
I get inspired by the blunt
Yeah, I do
I get inspired by the blunt
Yup
I get inspired by the blunt
MCP
I get inspired by the blunt
That's Mr.
Saw my man layin' dead on the floor, kid I swore
That our crew will live forever, I guess I was wrong
No, until we meet again,hold ya head and stay
[Intro/hook]
A breaker 1,a breaker 2
[Repeat x 7]
(Erick sermon)
I be the don up in this motherfuckin(ha ha)
I puts it down,I rock 'scapes
I
raising my nose
Now i just chill
Smoke me a blunt just to stay on my toes
Fuck all my haters
Fuck all my haters
Yea im in my mode
Watch me explode
Live by
a stick by mi side So load up eh Cupp
Nuh badda full it wid ice
Drinks on me so no nuh watch di price Dwaggggg...
Bust a couple bottles Pon di rocks
Richie
blunt nigga
Oh, yesterday got caught, got fucked up nigga
You bumpin Yuk nigga?
Oh that's the bumbell
[Chorus] X 2
[Tech N9ne]
We're now listening
the mommies
The back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you'll find me
The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind me
Mad question askin, blunt passin,
and pull out my two shot derringer
Cause yes, Heather be comes classier
Cause Heather be , Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer
makes up the dope crew
Two by two
Comin in two by two
Never been around no guys like us, it says a lot about you
Two by two
Fuck with my two live crew
Tell me everything
houses with the chandelier
Me and my crew, mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential suites at The Tangier
a fuck if it ain't us we don't feel shit
Got some shooters that's my homies they gon kill shit
Bitches bottles blunts yea we still lit
By my estimations im
never die, ah!
My crew standing by my side
Pass the joint we getting high
In this life you live or die
So you gotta go outside
Go and catch some good
Get mad if you want too
I've been moving this pack on my own twos yeah
In the stu with the whole crew
Cookin up so we could sell it all on iTunes
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
that shot at me
I think I`ll probably, ride by and let `em sample the varieties,
My hollow ain`t easy to swallow,
Like them five dollar bottles,
Kill
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Crib-o, got it, interior decorated
Now my popularity grew, in each state
Now I got two in each state
Used to drink brew and eat steak
Now I pop bottles with
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
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