Lyrics:
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
grizzly,
Can never abandon me
This ain't a record label it's an agency,
Gotta make dough like I'm Belem the bakery,
This ain't no house to let,
This ain't no
tool, shit
Don't you see we know insanity forever planning we abandon
Every motive set in motion, keep me coachin my emotions from the brink
Stop
Or to the bedroom
Potential war zone, daily confessional
Collect the pay cheque by the scruff of the neck
Tipping the hat to proper man
Obey the curfew
And no
know
Every single time that you're at the door
The French would never know
Cause when they leave it's never slow
What seemed so small by the evening
Had
Ah, ah, they made Droppa get sexy
Just when you thought it couldn't happen it did
But I ain't gonna do it by myself
I brought my guy with me, Mr.
Uh huh
Yup, yup
Yea, yea
Up, away
By myself when I'm rockin the stage
(Yea)
Paparazzi, I duck from the cameras
They tryna put me on the channel
(Yea)
Rifle nozzle big like ten drum
And it speak French and German but it mek inna Belgium
And it spit like spectrum
If you protect by Brinks, me shoot
I'm gonna cook them feathers on a tiny spit
And I filled me a sachel full of old pig corn
And I beat me a billy from an old French horn
And I kicked
I summon Ghosts with weed smoke hittin' blunts to the Face Killah
Dutch Master be the wrap, the flavor that French Vanilla
I might twist a Game,
with my school French
Out biking until sunrise
Got dope flow like blood vessels in Tour de France
Unge Obi, put a vein cathether in him
Because it´s in
the whole weight
Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate
Wise up you little burnt-up french fry
I'm that type of guy
And I slammed you know, just like
the whole weight
Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate
Wise up you little burnt-up french fry
I'm that type of guy
And I slammed you know, just like
the whole weight
Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate
Wise up you little burnt-up french fry
I'm that type of guy
And I slammed you know, just like
tank into metro
Live lyrics from the bank of reality
I kick the flyest dope maneuver technicality
To a dope track, you wanna hike get your backpack
to say
"Hello, haven't seen you on this bus before"
I gave her a look that said
"Huh, life is funny, you never know what's in store
By the way, your hair
say it's on, then it's on
Bang this in your whips (uh)
Pack 'em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists
Here's a French kiss
I dismissed all
tell me, "French, I wanna leave, I'm gonna end this shit"
"I'm inspired by your music but my brain is always spinning tricks"
"It's like a switch, my
Totally psychic open your mind quick as the vibe kicks word to my sidekick
Sex boi let's hoi jislaaik yo yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
to be fxcked by a real Czar
Whisper shxt in French while we fxck in your mans car
(SKRAIT UPPPPP)
[Snoop Dogg]
Eastside
Yeah
Fell good we got homeboyz out there that look out for
That's on the real
I mean the real homeboy it's hard to come by
say it's on, then it's on
Bang this in your whips (uh)
Pack 'em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists
Here's a French kiss
I dismissed all
cause a mackaroni gots to have cheese
( ? ) pillows and cigarillos and backwood leaves
And I drinks Hen by the gallon, so sometimes I might trip
Infrared
metro
Live lyrics from the bank of reality
I kick da fliest dope maneuver technicality
To a dope track, you wanna hike git out ya backpack
Um in my
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