Lyrics:
super-duper high
We super-duper fly
I put ya in the mix
I ain't with that Kibbles-N-Bits shit
Bitch, where's the grip?
[Chorus: Nate Dogg *singing*,
I'm on one
Right now, fuck it, yeah I'm on one
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I don't hate you
But I hate how you move
Like a snake in the grass
With
until the day I'm chosen
Rose
So if you slide by late
We can fuck til' the morning
& if you slide by late
Don't be shy while you pouring
Said you
remember I was a water boy
No wakin up n smellin roses we smelt gun smoke
Smoked em like piff we light yo ass up wen our guns blow
You Hea me talk in slangs
rennen en blijf open
Waar ik vandaan kom lijkt wel op Blue Hill Avanue
Allerlei soorten drugs en guns
Ik zag ze voorbij komen
Was de slimste in klas,
a splurge on my kind
Sippin' on a fifth of Rose wine
Yeah, the Flesh-N-, the Flesh-N-muthafuckin' Bone
Gettin' my tipsy on strong, always stay packin' that
like the blue ranger yeah
People pulling big tricks
Gotta keep the distance you gotta know the difference
Yeah these people pulling big tricks
So I gotta
fine
Little Martha laughs all the time
As Skydog's devilish slide warms their wings
Time goes by in a blink of an eye
Rock n roll will never die
Even
spit 'cause I don't give a damn
Spin like just like y'all spin at the mall in blue drawers
On some durag, it's 'bout to be the all that is
New broad, new
and I think she havin' mood swings (mood swings?)
You think them boys got guns watch what your dude bring
Fully auto AR-15, wipe out the Blue Team!
Root rose above it so I can,
Sit back n laugh, relax
With a spliff in my hand,
Pour it in the sand for the mans
We just tryna stack a hundred grand
the Drake take care
PRE: (SOS LO)
Warner yeah
Run this shit like Pop Warner
Tommy gun fry em
Like my name Benni Hanna
OUTRO: (SOS LO)
Blue
of growin
Express Yourself, was said by N.W.A.
So stop givin trouble a play
Because those who chose to oppose never rose they all froze
At thirty-two
Like u a sell yo soul ain’t it
She gone gimme head and pussy to get her tose painted
She say wen it ain’t chu in this pussy I use the rose then
***a
Keep yo gun on that torture mode
Cause you never know when yo gon have to torch a hoe
I get blue strips and I get by extortion bro
If i aint lying to u
Clássico igual Guns and Rose
Sem cocaine on my nose
Cheguei aonde quis e sem perder a pose
So much trouble in the word
Nauizera soldado do rap
Só a good no
My name is Jimmy Blue
I know how to shoot a gun
cnd the bush like the back of my hand
Never far away from trouble
I was always on the run
Destined
but they call him Big PreZ
That n***a must got a ladder, That’s fast how he get up there?
Keep the fye on the pillow, I sleep ready
Don’t come by with
Why you look confused motherfucker? This is war
Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga
Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga, uh
Yeah nigga
Bust my gun all by myself
by and lose in tone, keen, unquantized, j dilla'd
as valvedrum, screw'd, dj'd, trade blue mud in whorl
gone blue, all gone off in all this infinite
what l gotta do
So l up my pipe a nigga die tonight, and l'm
Always waiting for the boys in blue.
Biggie boots on my ass now go'n right the
Cellular
say I'm down to earth, no asteroid(asteroid)
Chop wit a half moon take your life force
Blue hunnids in some skinny's like I'm Lipo'n(racks)
Horse power
a Clarendon
Cause mi dressed in a black with Timberland beat uno black n blue like Milan
Boy haffi make a decision coz mi love my gun like religion
Sharp
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
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