Lyrics:
needing more bass since like track number one
Bitch DaHomie for president I'm finna run
Boy them residents tripping they call 911
Spell it out for you
the people's champ
Pap the golden apple out the camp
Don't ever tell me what I can't
Up the Drac' and make a nigga tap dance
Beat the pot, hit it the with
he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by the bar saying
"Everybody drink, the best champagne
It's all on me"
Snitch in the back of the police car
Not 2 it's 3
You, me and G O D
Shooting my shot like C O D
Got my head spinning like a DVD
Silver lining like from a silver screen
Way too hot like I
the boy's chain, won’t you think what it’s worth
His father gave it to him on the day he disappeared
Found his daddy laid inside a ditch, choking on tears
Son
in the gat is screwed
With an it don't even matter mood
And a "Fuck you, pay me" attitude
I'm that young boy, that slung boy
That'll have em
to cap on you,
I wouldn't even sweat it cause you'll be through
Lookin so far up, you might fall down
Gettin clowned by the hound from east Oaktown
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
come out you'd think it's scripture
Let me paint you a clear picture
Bars and the beat that is the mixture
Shaking the earth like I'm high on the Richter
(Earl on the beat)
It's the code
Everybody live by the code, it's the code
Hey (hey), hey (hey), hey (hey), brrt
Run up an M from down bad
screwed
With an it don't even matter mood
And a "Fuck you, pay me" attitude
I'm that young boy, that slung boy
That'll have em saying, where you get
Mozart than most, my key lyrically
Is noted on a scale above the whole industry
It's Dax i got bars out in Georgia
Twenty-minute songs'll probably Illinois
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Fr-freaky
(Don't stop, beat it, beat it)
(Don't stop, beat it, beat it)
Fr-freaky
City Boys
nigga be rollin'
I go the title from (?) my shit ain't stolen
I'm watchin' TV's and DVD's
I'm thug bruh
One more time Dre and Shine
It's love bruh, It's
haal die drip uit de stores
Tryna pull up in a foreign
Geef me een rack en ik pull up
Broke boy run a checkup
Die niggas hating on the come up
Finna
on everything I call,
The Jag, the Bentley, Rolls-Royce, to house walls.
Hung out with Bobby.. ate breakfast with Whitney,
Made it official, New York is my city,
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,
duke it out like men
I beat you down with every word that flows out my pen
And I was the Green Hornet Bilal'd be Kato
Right by my side kickin up dust
like it raw like my boy the late O.D.B.
Stop pullin out them burners on them DVD's
You gotta body a motherfucker to, impress me
My boys keep
like it raw like my boy the late O.D.B.
Stop pullin out them burners on them DVD's
You gotta body a motherfucker to, impress me
My boys keep
don't fall in love with a boy like that oh
The kind of boy who never calls you back
And he never has the time to ever work it out oh yea
Don't fall in
just checked out
My old ways I opt out project Kanye West College Dropout
Vibe to the beat
Vibe to the beat
Vibe to the beat
I'm vibing to the beat
Vibe
here Jonny (uh huh)
It's your boy Lil' Jon checkin' it (yea yeah)
And first-off (whaddup?)
I let my nigga Dirrty Mouth holla atchu.
We can take
Mm Mm, Ya Ya
It's yaboi
Ooo
Ya the boy needs a
Ya the boy needs a
Ya the boy needs a
Ya boy need a heat check heat check
Ya the boy he up next
(Boy
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