Lyrics:
dedicate this next poem here to
To Spearhead X the Ex-Second in Command in
Terms of this country (He got the blues)
And the poem is called "H2O-G-A T-E
on the morning
She like it from the back
With my fingers in her hair
I love it in any position
Ma I don't care
She like when I shine up them jewels that blind
like ben ten we
was stuck in the nine put eight rips in his t wish h
e was gone by seven
if u six men it’s me and
five guys dishing food it’s a way
love this thug shit
(Chorus)x2
Yo what you really know what a thug about
Locked up in the bing no grub about
On the block doin your thing slingin drugs
patterns get you twisted sideways
And I'm the head honcho, sport golden tonsils
Inventing new styles all the time like pronto
Four by four, runnin' over
pull up by Frank shop
Chapter thirty seven, three hundred fifty-seven
One hundred fifty-seven, hit you with seven
Crack up your rib, lift up your melon
patterns get you twisted sideways
And I'm the head honcho, sport golden tonsils
Inventing new styles all the time like pronto
Four by four, runnin' over
Uh, uhh uhh, Kel's
Young, M, X, tra, money, let's go
[Chorus: x2]
Girl you know you got a body-adi-adi (do you like it?)
Where you get your
to,
On my way to school 10.000 in my FUBU,
Lunchtime I was sellin' behind the bungalows,
Baggin' up rocks the size of melons,
That's when the fiends
there
Carry big guns, without bein parried
Yo, Cali n****s say its carried
Yo, don't waste your mind on time, don't chase the blind
Don't eat swine,
there
Carry big guns, without bein parried
Yo, Cali niggas say its carried
Yo, don't waste your mind on time, don't chase the blind
Don't eat swine,
Cheeks, Freaky Tai
Pretty Pretty Lu, Spiggy Spig Nice Say
Chorus-
1 for the money
2 for the Lie
3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by
4
the tablet drizzle like snow cause I'm cold
Now you in a pickle Kosher or Vlasic
Rip through the traffic feeling fantastic
Ready like 1 2 3 in that Benz 4
eagle I love this thug shit
(chorus)x2
Yo what you really know what a thug about
Locked up in the bing no grub about
On the block doin your thing
you more
Five, six, seven, eight, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve, all day and night
One, two, let me love you
Three, four, love you more
Five, six,
and some foxes
But if I becomes a 10 then some brothers all some gin
And I got juice, and this niggas scared
I'll F your head up, like the L.A. 4, when
Turn the receiver back on, Kiki stay repeatin'
Apple Watch sends boom bap, BPM ain't 90
Multiply that by two, ask how I'm alive g
Habumbupbupbuhbuh,
the homies, spittin on the hoe's.
Stop at the store for a cold 4-0
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Grabbin' On Your Balls,
Straight Slingin' Stones,
Fuck The Gang Squad
mack that
Need a billion dollar bitch
Put my pimpin' in your life
Watch ya daddy get rich
Easy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3
Get down with U-G-K, Pimp C,
much, Jimmy Iovine for the check
I've got a black woman fine as she can be
Fefe with a ring on her finger that could give sight to the blind
A 5, a 10
robots
Who forgot
Hypnotic in a
Two thousand by three thousand mile box
Thirty five year olds lost in a x box
Playstation and videos
So that's
the bungalows
Baggin' up rocks the size of melons
That's when the fiends start tellin'
You can catch 'em on the couch everyday at 4 o'clock like Ellen
nigga act like a ho
Tell him my FN turn exes to O's (brrt)
We can just see where it go
My lil' baby get high, ayy
She off two tens, she living like
you more
Five, six, seven, eight, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve, all day and night
One, two, let me love you
Three, four, love you more
Five, six,
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