Lyrics:
it's a man right here
I've gained knowledge
Way before I stepped into college
I proved they can't walk in my shoes
They've been polished
I shine without
to the soul's through
The eyes of man
I seen niggas eyeing my bands
Tryna devise a plan
They see me driving by in Lam'
Used to eat the halal cart
White sauce for
These niggas weak whack, I twist 'em like weed raps
Still on my Nino Brown
Still getting G-money on G packs
No stunna man bussin' like Dunna Man it's
yours
You even get mad, that's just the way it is
You know she walk like that talk like that, dress like the shit
She 5'5 got brown eyes you damn
Now down the road just a mile or two
Lives a little girl named Pearly Blue
About so high and her hair is brown
The Prettiest thing boys in this
slang shots
Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
you rolling with a broke crew that's tragic
Broke niggas share the same shoes with the crew
Damn that's super tragic
One man's got the strap (He aint no
swim shorts and a moonbag
New dance they like who's that
Have her tie it in a durag and a hoop earing Like it's new jack
Nino Brown with the head shots
of it all
Well, he's riding in the shadow by the St. Joe ridge
Hearing the click-clack tapping of a blind man's cane
He was pulling into Baker on a New
girl was the cause of it all
Well, he's riding in the shadow by the St. Joe ridge
Hearing the click-clack tapping of a blind man's cane
He was
(boom)
Twenty canisters of tear gas
Slide 'em on the floor like James Brown's shoes (John Wick)
I had your bitch drinking man juice (uh), high top
where I came to this spectacle
(sigh) yeah, it's always Electrical
Brown was lyin' there I
Didn't see another man
So did anybody notice anything
While
24/7 I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
Man I love the sight of all these
out of here
She had a seizure doin' Xans while I drank a beer (ah)
Hold up, I'm finna call the ambulance
I called the plug by mistake, damn, I'm out
see that the beast is a prequel
You should take note, don’t care if you paid your straight broke
Good man badman I could play both
Brown kid nice
Minecraft, I tame that ocelot
Bonerific
You twindlin' your thumbs, man I'm popping off
Get your money up
Dylan talking bout the 2020 election
Ava didn't vote
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
I'm out, send forty for the fee
Man just copped a bando by the sea
Might spend another month in LA
Just a fucked a French bitch from The Bay
to fill four U-Hauls
More death than World War II caused
Around these parts we pour the brown just to drown these thoughts
Of black corpses in county
man I got that
So we pop that and we jJust float
Stags Leap man I got that
So we pop that and we let go
St Clair-Brown man I got that
So we pop that
to cry
Big and capable minds are hard to come by
I look at elections and think it's wack
Do not try to play me just cause I'm black
Whole damn world sees
ee yea
What a game we play
What a game we play
What a game we play... yah yah yah yah yah
Man I done did it - every day I go and get it
Spent too many
and two chicks tongue touching
Bunch of niggas from the mud, shoes clean and their cups muddy
You can catch it all at any one function
I might call my big
Get ready (get ready),
Back by popular demand (he's back)
Snoop Dogg! (yo)
(One, two, check up)
One, two, check up
Yeah one, two check up
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