Lyrics:
while I’m in the telly
I got this flid that threw me her welly
Want you some blues come fuck with the Chevy
Cro did a hit now he is a celly
Pull up on you
lock and I load
"Pop Shit" explode
Dot, Big Sean, Electron', feel like I gotta "Control"
My music connect with the people
Just bridgin' like the top
Ooh...
I don't wanna pop-u-ride
I do want your glama
All I want is hit the floor
By the weepy balets
That's the point to gimmie five
What U wanna
in my project, A minus
Whew, I ain't crazy, I'm krazy and all of my niggas chaotic
Dressed in all black like they gothic
Music too loud to hear
you.. some gangsta shit of catastrophic proportions
All the U.G.K. alumni like myself know what this is man
Hey Bun! Pimp C nigga!
I gotta '66 Impala
when i'm sleeping
don't be confused by my apparent lack of ceremony, my mind is clear.
i may be low or miles high off in the distance, i want you near.
time is now, lil' boy, you better pop it
You know we swing them sticks just like a bop it
Don't ask me about no niggas, I don't know who dropped dead
Man, 6:12 in the mornin', you know what I'm sayin'?
I don't want shit to do with nothin' that say twelve in it, on foenem' (8-8-8-8)
Fuck them, man
boy)
But I'm way too motherfucking crazy (No one can save that boy)
All the kids is doing drugs (Drugs)
They just want to break the law and find
the ledge (I pop)
I jump from the edge (I jump)
I jump from the ledge (I jump)
The music within me
No one can kill me
If you find me
You’ll be silly
at first
But then she liked it
Watching wars on television
Time in buildings time in cars
The first "I love you"
She wants to live somewhere else
Saying
want to have to get buck
I'm not phased by what you say
Cause I know I can take you any day
You think this is a game
Well call your play
You don't know
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
See what I'ma do is, like...
I just kinda want to be able to, you know...
Smoke by myself,
Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had
down, your music's influenced by Whitney Bobby pills
While I am on fire, been gettin that Ricky Bobby feel
My cognitive ability decline's not beginning
I do it all by myself
I feel like I don't need nobody else
Keep to myself I don't ask for no help
Standing tall I see the top of the shelf
Ten toes
and aggravation
And now I'm quick to blast if you want a confrontation
But it seem like every time I turn around it's drama
Hella flowers, coffee drinkin, and cryin
chance
So I can dance the way you want me
You Nazi, got me
Take a lot more than that to top me
Soft ain't what I'm made of
You're the one acting like
the lean, I pop pills not no beans
I smoke gas out Russian creams I fuck bitches by the team
If the want it then I got it, I got pressure sticky green
And I
controlled by?
Is it the tv? music? people? your flesh? fear? circumstances?
Or maybe your cell phone?
See, It should be God but we only call on Him
When we
Zitto, Pupa K, Evi Edna Where you dey
Daniel Wilson is singing again
Unu hear me say Television that a television
Was the old time hit by the group called
to pop me, to even try to stop me from grinding
I'm leaving you blinded by the size of Mo Thugs 'til you find us
All the nigga know what the hood like
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