Lyrics:
in the ruins do you want to get chewed up?
shut em down one round when the crew is up
don't pop( 1 2 ) combination get a swift violation
You know me well, blow the L
I burn blunts with Jesus and Satan
Smoke in holy Hell
Tattoo in my blood stream, that blue
Green, got me stuck on these,
of you or you
I just want to be a part of one two, the one two
[Verse 2]
Get off the stage, smack your crew
Real friends wouldn't let you act like a fool
a shelf of empty liquor bottles.
Not an alcoholic but alcohol it,
Can ease the pain.
Drinkin' all my problems away
But still prayin' in Jesus' name.
anytime we pass through,
(Telephone ring) Hello Poochie Lu,
It come in like mi slam two a di gal dem inna yuh crew,
And by the week fi done mi affi
in your face
Pussy poppin' (Ayy), bitches topless (Ayy)
Album droppin' (Ayy), Barney shoppin' (Ayy)
Bottles poppin' (Ayy), Rolex watchin' (Ayy)
of high school
But they doctors using bullets to prescribe you
They love it when that coroner describe you
Toe tag, was tagged by four rags for cold cash
a punt
It's nothing to let go of people Ion trust,
I'm sorry I'm just being blunt
EN on top of the game,
You know I'm the Don,
You think you the one
on the grind
I said, just rep it, said
Man, that boy ain't even claimin' six
Let's do a three
Smokin' on this blunt
I gotta roll it up like two-time
Man, I
(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in
And I know these stories were
Sailed way before me toss a note in a bottle
And hope that it helps
I'm so damn lucky to have an all-star crew
Some stoic,
One xan’s all I need,
2 grams double dat please,
4 grams double dat please,
8 grams double dat please,
Old friends in my blunt,
Click clack then
Hope you're enjoying your ride through Wonderland
I am your flight attendant Boss Lady
Turn your bottles upside down and your blunts in an upright
Foxy there too, how we do?
Hit trees Cristal bottles, breeze tropical spread love till we wobble
It's time to give let the kids live comfortable
if you was there, then you know that we got buck
So now you know, I gotta say what's up
To Big Daddy Kane, 3rd Bass and KMD
MC Lyte, 2 Live
niggas is used to it
I've been Los Angeles paying off the damages
300 dollars say you ain't live yet
Plus I'm taking side bets because the Uber driver
the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont take it out baby that's a gift maybe you could live
I knew it
ghostly
Rush me, 'cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
I'll have my motherfuckin' ass kicked by Moby
If I let some bitch in the can like 'Bis cop over
just
Keepin' it live,Keepin' it we make you say
ah-ah-ah-ah-ah,ah-ahh,ah-ah-ahh
ah-ah-ah-ah-ah,ah-ahh,ah-ah-ahh
Verse Two:
And if
smoke in the sky
Blunt in rotation
Feet in the sand, sun in my eye
We on vacation
This is the way life posed to be
Not letting stress come close to me
Twenty-five ounces in a bottle of wine
Twenty-four hours it's a day at a time
Twenty-three lived a hell of a life
Twenty-two such a blur, it's
to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil
choosing
Wanna ruin two
More buca bottles
Throw it up then put another
Parachute
Right down my throat
You got that drip better swallow
We Rock and rollin
Chorus: Lil Caesar
One two y'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
*repeat x2*
One two y'all, uh, uh
Easy livin, bitches
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