Lyrics:
(Man, have you heard this stuff?
This gangsta rap? It's fuckin bullshit.
They're just talkin about dealin drugs and,
Beatin on people and shit,
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
Everybody know Cassidy does what he do man
Know what I'm saying? It ain't easy to get
Around them punchlines he
Gon' bring to you in a battle
I don't
gave you my number
But when I think about these things, it makes me wonder, baby
Would you leave me if I ain't had no dough (oh)
Would you leave me if
the business
Deals man are negotiating
You would know you could never
Ever claim that im hatin vegan cuz
But I get the bacon and eggs just fine
In case you
time by
Or a leader who falls and you ask why
I ask why we're here
And you are gone
You are gone
And that's a story I can't write
A story I can't write
maybe long)
If I could be your girl (angel let's you and I explore)
I would take the stars out the sky for you (Beenie Man, Mya)
There's nothing in
Why you think this bul write
I try to tell'em, but man he ain't listening
Man he ain't listening, man he ain't listening
I try to tell'em, but man he
neither dismayed
But everything I'm about to say I want you to write in a page You gone prophesize and Pray 30 night, 30 days
If you're looking for
do it all for you
We would spend all day kicking by the wayside
You was across the world, baby I would still make time
To hear you talk and tell me
Each encounter that he had with the shrouded man
Amounted to around about a hunnid thousand grand
Over years built millions, his money mountains span
so
You don't me, McVay and I doubt if you understand me
Why would I give a fuck about you if we ain't family?
I roll with a chosen few, and those
Ghost, you ready?
Yo, I verbally paint pictures, I'm the hood's best storyteller
This about a young boy dealing with the older fellas
Promised him
about it, talk about it, talk about it
Make it better, make it better, make it better
Write about it, write about it, write about it
Make it clearer, make
by some misfires in your brain
Because you took some shit to numb your pain
Yes, you guessed it
The culprits here are opiates
Methadone, man
Vicodin,
big-headed
Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is
Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's
a high note but ain't nothing soft about me, I wish yo ass would
I know you've been actin' weak since you came in the do'
But homie you ain't got to be
BDC what my hoes about
And if you really knew me you would see what my clothes about
If you don't know me from UCP then you don't know a lot
I mean
a lot of hoes a lot
Thats cause Im pimpin BDC what my hoes about
And if you really knew me you would see what my clothes about
If you dont know me from
're the problem, ok, I'm going to show you how you're causing the problem, and now I want you to be the solution. And that's what all of these songs are about, just,
This song is not about art
This song is simply my heart
I met this girl in my school that day
Man she so pretty, can drive me insane
She so unique, many
to ask you troop
Are you a chef, cause you keep feedin me soup
You know what they say about those who sweat thyself
You might find yourself, by
about?
Huh? What you mad about?
Ay tell me, what you really mad about?
Nah tell me what you really mad about?
(Bradadada)
Man's not mad about bars
Man's
who stayed by my side even when I fell off
The one whose name I hold high regardless of what it costs
Man this ain't lip service
The way I write these
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