Lyrics:
Mai Kākou
Shot out to the homeboy Bo
And everyone putting on for they're home
From the P-U-N-A to the H-I-L-O
I was born and was raised, In place
that ho house, I ain't went there
Broke, been a long time since I been there
Boy you niggas stressin' out, you got thin hair
My son ain't born yet but
know that I'm gifted
Taking time out for perfection. Class is in session. I'm bout to teach 'em a lesson
Feet on the ground like a million man march when
One night long ago by the light of the moon,
An old music master sat composing a tune,
His spirit was soaring and his heart full of joy,
When
to run I taught myself investments
Got some money invested in a stock
With the other half invested in a gun
I done paying for sessions
Went and brought my
the hoods to the fullest
Mayfair to Boogie up in Brookstown
Shout out my bro
Up out that Oak
Where that jungle at
Where they be pushing and making dough
For
run in yo' shop and take pies
Purpose of my son, raise him to do the same
Clip blazin' it through your brains
Strip, use it 'til it's burned out
Being black is kinda like being born with a curse
Do or Die, that's the code of the streets I didn't invent
Niggas sketch my life out with malicious
to this
Puna boy anthem
Aloha Mai Kākou
Shot out to the homeboy Bo
And everyone putting on for they're home
From the P-U-N-A to the H-I-L-O
I was born
was born to lose it
& I'm sure it would be a great delight but I would only ever abuse it
Yeah, I'd like to take a bite out of the apple of my eye
Taste
rip the buttons off your blouse one by one
First, Imma rip the buttons off your blouse one by one
Then run my tongue down your neck to your bare
a boogie
Have you singing like A Boogie
I'm Hall of fame you a rookie
Like Dolla Dame when I pull it
Don't give me lane or I'm gonna do it
I run up a check
One night long ago by the light of the moon,
An old music master sat composing a tune,
His spirit was soaring and his heart full of joy,
When
stop
The thunder from with under will make the whole of cradle rock, hah
Ken Boogie just hit me on the horn in California
Born in Fort July Fourth
a part of that throughout the years
I'd like to send peace out to all my homeboys that kept it real
And love to all my niggas that have died out here
In
let me run this back
It's the young lord jev.
Trips to the coast make me take out all the shy baggage
Get approached by some woman with some high
drums
I'll be honest to myself and take
The wealth if it comes run baby, run baby
Because it's metro it's destined to ruin
Let go of that echo
Baby what
slay men
Leave your whole body cold
Your nails grow long, you get gray skin
May this nigga rest in peace, Amen
I run with brave men, straight out
to run/ the marathon has begun/ I got my bat-on, fail all I want/ I shall pass at one/ a lot of mission this son has been on/ nah.. failures from the jump/
Coming out from the middle of the map with a limited attack
And I fight it till the end before we get it to the idiots, illiterate attack
Diss that,
rose, my everything
Crawl out from under the overdose
Plainclothes watching so I gotta keep my secret close
Timecode, run it back
Wake up in an ambulance
the building!
You know it!
BNE and MoM knockin it out the park!
Why don't you think outside the box like a new born baby!
There's blood and there's good comin'
y'all chose to let these underdogs off the fucking leash
Fell out with Vell it's hurting me
Screen calls no words from me
I was bumping just to check
sudden reprieve
And thus in the woman a life was conceived
From the beginning the world was misled
As a baby was born in a monastery bed
The miracle
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