Lyrics:
This is real hip hop not no phoney phranchise
Winnin' by a landslide and you know you can't hide
This is D E L not no phoney phranchise
Winnin' by
nigga
Just don't be no two minute man
I fuck around and get at too many hands
See I'm type of bitch that make too many grand
That's thirty g's 24/7 man
please understand
If you remain man, take a real stand like a man
And don't follow the masses caravan
But for you it could already be too late
Cause
kits
Whether cassette radio or CD bits
Mix tapes from the best going on and on
Throughout the city grounds to suburban lawns
Man, we don't play,
the L.A. Leakers, believe that
Y'all already know what it is man
If you don't you should by now
Hahahahaha
[Chorus]
walls, fuck her' guts
You wellin man
You gettin' mail in man , you tellin' man
In that Caravan trafficin you lackin man
What's crackin' man, my pack is
Railroad, caravan, save it for the mad man
Lets see if love just stands
Never mind killing me getting there
But somebody has to make plans
First embrace
I cut on silk
And worked My magic
We both cut out and
Got A bag
You can't be bad and stagnant
She rocked the Dior in the club
Pulled me in like
man cypher in a soccer mom caravan
Who gon' drop first
I bring the game back to life I'm like a hot nurse
Every time I drop first, bow and arrow
there's the door
Man I'm back at it, like a crack addict
She in my living room twerking, I'm throwing racks at it
IRS in the mail talking different tax
up
But there's no point in tellin' me
Start another war so the oil drilling's free
Man the only thing that could save us is a Celebi
Or some poetry
Dog the mail man fuck me up he knew the case
Fog everywhere the dash tell me to slow my pace
Mercedes caravan I'm in the one wit the GG plates
Diamonds
right under her waist
Thats why I do what I wanna do
And thats why I love when she's coming through
She brought the magic wit her
She's gonna ride by my
obsession, I want it every night
I need you by my side dear, so I can wrap you tight
I want back my dark religion, my lost book of the dead
Return my ancient
like to gloat
But we distance
I put in the work
And you missing
You hitting my phone
I'm dismissing
All by my lone
On a mission
Niggas they talk
Like
Oh, imagine a land
It’s a far away place
Where the caravan camels roam
Where you wander among
Every culture and tongue
It’s chaotic, but hey, it’s
sky
Caught me off and by suprise
Now I'm making time to make my time
Well I'm travelling in shambles in gypsy caravan
My mind mixing with the mud
Go by the name of J.Q . or by the O.G.
But that's the ole me
I'm on a whole new phenomenon
Gettin this money
I'm putting in work
Know that I do
Go by the name of J.Q . or by the O.G.
But that's the ole me
I'm on a whole new phenomenon
Gettin this money
I'm putting in work
Know that I do this
Take no shit, no bitch I ain't no pamper
Practice what you preach, on God I'm leading by example
Motherfucking golden, the magic man was chosen
(Damn, numbers)
Bruce Lee, transport the kicks in the caravan
(Trap) ford Taurus hit the block
(Man) , nigga, scram, tuck the blam (Uh)
Five years old
Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling
The clever little glances she gives me can't help but be appealing
She loves to ride into
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
grab a hand and join the caravan
That's bein' ran by the hoochie cooche man
Then don't miss a breath of my kiss of death
An A plus in lusty while
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