Lyrics:
Breathe in take it in slow
Let it work up in your soul
Take ya time and let it grow before you blow
Breathe out let em know what you about
From
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy
so I can beckon
And call out an all-out rush just like wreckin
Your brain as you strain to maintain, sustain
The way you felt because I dealt you
a time frame where it's all big business
We gotta understand that the young niggas is runnin big business
This is how we gon do it , check it out
[Busta
Jumpin' Jumpin'
Jumpin' Jumpin'
Jumpin' Jumpin'
Jumpin' Jumpin'
I get them boys jumping
Keep them boy jumping
High
I get them boys jumping
Keep them
my own man
Did this shit by myself got my own bands
Y'all boys fucked up got no plans
I can see me in a Lamb down Rosecrans
Got some niggas on the East
tried to call your bluff, uh
Turns out she way too stuck, uh
Tired of the ra, ra, ra
N***a think he funny so ha, ha, ha
Fuck a n***a sayin boy blah, blah,
Stick by my side and I'm ready to aim
Boy stop playing them games
Lettin' off shots double tap to the brain
I be whippin' in a range
Cost 100 bands in
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
There's nothing I can write
That does justice to our plight.
So this is the Song of Nothing
Played by the Band of No-ones
Here in the Land of Nowhere
'em by the collar eating out of our hand
When someone in the crowd say, "Hey man
Don't you know any rap songs?
No, no, NO, We're the Band
We're
he jumped
I saw one of the beers from Zebrahead for 90 percent of their show
I saw a drumstick in the air
Fall Out Boy sing ‘I don’t care’
the same
Just like whats on your shirt boy you a stain
No commentary
I chase the cheese the pussy chase me
In my opinion its just like tom and jerry
No I
the vodka with the LaCroix, yeah
G-Wagon, G-Wagon, G-Wagon, G-Wagon
All the housewives pullin' up (up, up)
I got a lot of toys
720S, bumpin' Fall Out Boy
dance when you dancin'
I just sent the gunners out to dance with
Fuck you boys, I did this by my damn self
I just fell in love with my bando
I just
real cliche with the verses
I can't be moving by the books
Can't be out here catching losses
Some of these favors be worthless
I'm in a crib down in
bands I got bands bitch you better back up
9 all on my waste fuck boy in my face
Bring that yellow tape shorty wanna taste liquor by the case
My boys they
White Boy in Japan, smoking' hell of grams
Yeah, I got them bands, it's busting' out my pants
White Boy in Japan, smoking' hell of grams
Yeah, I got
gave me something to sleep
We like the girls in the gallows
They love the boys in the band
Lonely hearts
Fall in love
Fall apart
We get blood on our
Top down, she got flew'd out (whoa)
On the back seat with the extendo (yeah)
Smokin' indoor with my jewels out (yeah)
One-twenty, I blew right by
back
No hands throw it up, let it fall
I call that the money dance
Goddamn, too much cash
We ran out of rubber bands
Throw it up, run it up
I know I'm
back
I trap by day, boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you
care to explain what you mean by that?
Zenitram: Nah, if you care enough, figure it out yourself.
Dick F. Ucker: Okay, then, on to your drummer-who
of that candy
They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it
They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on
Phantom, Bentley,
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