Lyrics:
NYG
The great A been a beast, I love NYC
She see the blue face, she like good Nike
She step to my head blue when she see these fiends
Like why? I
the back of the head and shanked him with a knife
And that goes for anybody who's gotta pay they dues
You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues
of self-defense
He killed my best friend
(Who's him?)
I mean them
They was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too
They had real grenade bombs inside
I got lured in to be honest, chasing shiny objects
I got fooled by booby traps, landmines, and all the nonsense
Took me to a darker mood, and dug
could we lose?
Took my bae to McDonald’s and bought her some shoes
In exchange put me on to the women she knew
Took me to Doja Cat before she had blew
If
hitten
It was hard for us to find a line
The drop rate is just silent dry
Me and Trav in the drop head on Sunset Drive
Now I slip in, gun by my side
heard
I was playing in dade way before wade
Since that silly nigga Jermaine was
In the rain rocking suede
Selling dolphins by the water
Nigga right by
a nigga to eat up the cat from the back
Every month like he paying a car note
What it take for a bitch to be hot
Don't make Blaze go fuck up the spot
He
Walks a man in the street
Got no shoes on his feet
Has a hat on his head
Keeps it on in his bed
Has a dog who's called Mae
Wagges her tail every day
Kipper
Ima leave you seeing stars
Can you make out Little Dipper
Genghis Khan, I'm a head kicker
Your bitch need a hedge-trimmer
Concrete shoes, let's see
you think so chap
The skies are gray like my gray-blue cap
Walking down muddy streets in shoes that tap
Took till Hamilton to see a Brit that raps
You
on sale
Cherry pick blue in the pale
It's a blue-nose chewin' his tail
Losing his coat
Schmoozing a high and head-rush
Hack up bile over H1N1, and then
I said, "Excuse me miss I only wanna buy shoes" (big boy)
She said, "I love you Murph, especially in the white and blue" (big boy)
I said, "The
Young cats askin ol' heads
Teach me
Over beats that reach me
Radiation of a radio TV movie nation on your g'damn mind
Makes ya blind
You don't
of the apes
Under cds and tapes
Preachy
Young cats askin ol heads
Teach me
Over beats that reach me
Radiation of a radio tv movie nation on your gdamn mind
you look like a fool
I stack up the bands i do that in twos
Melodies up on the track like the blues
Cant hate the kid you cant fit in my shoes
No time
I'm going through withdrawals Called on her for the head and then
I block the number never called Ladies view me as a nice cat
Till I show their ass I'm
trade in my shoes
Gimme the blues, hand my the booze
Strap on the fools, overabuse or misuse it
So I'm skatin' steady, datin' on the move to groove
I
your shoes
When people try to cut you down
Keep your head up and your feet on the ground
You're alright just the way you are
And that's all you need
couldn't be the booze
No it's the shoes (the shoes) It's gotta be the shoes!
'Cause girlies, they clock, they stand around and jock
so I say boom shaka
We living through your dreams
Death before dishonor, cut by katana
Play while I lay, bathhouse Tijuana
Getting fucked by Lana, hoes in the sauna
Like
stomping in my big blue Chucks
More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditching you, klutz
Bump-bump-bump-bump while you're bumping your sounds
It's the zoo
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues
And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
walk it like I talk it with my shoes off
Soft chinchilla in a villa that's too hard
Fuckin' on a lil' bitch, said her boyfriend a Crip
Cut her off, if
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