Lyrics:
tryna' blow up in this scene
North Lynn brudda with a love for Lewsey
Still rock Nike can't afford me Gucci
Got some rappers round here that'll claim
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
He'll cum down the chimney
With his big old sack-age
Waiting ass up for him
cnd his package
What he sees, it's such a sight
“Hmmm” he moans by
And I think we'll blow up like dynamite
Come on girl, get with me, let's see the city
You can stop by, let me see them tig ol' bitties
We can stay in
might blow, 24 bands in my pants like I'm ko' (Ko)
I got a bro that sell shit for the low
I got a bro tie that shit up a bow
These niggas hate as of late
hot but the flow cold
Flip rocks by the boatload O.G. no see see me drift off get ya nodoz
Zip-loc full of dro tow big glocks on the hip cocked try
The pen, the sword, in accord
I got a taste for both
Original blows are critical
Rarely play the tropes
I live my life by the way
The one that I
the things that they do for crumbs
I do mine for me, ya see?
Not the big homie, Double-O-G
Scared to do your own work, man, that's foul (that's foul)
sang
Twist another L
Its good for my health
Get a kush coma
When Im smoking by myself
Ima pass on it if it aint top shelf
Ima stay getting blowed
Til my
is peace
(All I'm searching for is peace)
Take these haters where the wind blows
Only outside with my G's
(Only outside with my G's)
Hope that's them
I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends
I need my money, that don't ever end
I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands
I wanna be
get addicted
Matter of fact, I know you're gonna get addicted
'Cause it's so sweet
Life Liquid, plus it's good for you're sickness
I used to watch my
I'm comfortable by her I put my pistol on her dresser
Had a threesome with her sister
They thought I was scared to ask them
Bust a nut then hit
Hustle for the muller, we dey hustle for the doe doe
(We dey hustle for the doe doe)
We dey pray all night, we dey pray say make we blow blow
(We dey pray
last kiss before your ash is missed
These bastards is gettin clapped by the strap at the wrist
Chorus: Kool G. Rap (repeat 2X)
Yo let the games begin
Tom Thumb jumped up and said "I got one,
David Duke and Farrakhan riding side-by-side on the top gun"
[Shock-G]
Hickory Dickory Dock, each day I hear
Stax of wax 55 high fulla tracks
New cats jackin' beats from way back
Pay for play only way to get them platinum plaques
Clear the racks jobbers
Island nigga fuckin with them G niggaz
we gettin money everyday of the week nigga
it's fast money nigga-Cash Money made me
we blow that purple everyday in
nigga I'm a dope seller
Margiela thousand dollars for the tennis shoes
Make the money, blow the money, blow the money, make the money
I just blew
Acquired by the gangsta's inspiration
Ready to loc, I'm smokin' tracks like it's (blunted)
I'm frontin' 'bout .44 mags and G rags
My khakis, t-shirt
I’m finna blow
Yh Yh I’m finna blow
Call me Babzy b
Don’t fuck with me
I’m finna blow that’s on G-O-D
Affi make racks for mummy mi
I’m sick and tired
to suckers i tell em to blow me
Need euros Ginobli, more rings like im Kobe
They want the shine but i grind by my lonely
Fuck all the oppers now act like they
will blow the sax for me
If she wants good sex , ask for me
If i don't pull out i'm sorry
We'll name the baby after me
I want it all, never settle like
to bring heat
Junebug with the eight ball crackin' for sho
We Bout to fall in the back studio and blow
[Tray-D]
Compound locked down foundation set
So keep
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