Lyrics:
and down
On that four oh five
Hop on the one oh one
To get to the valley
And slide
Onto the one ten
Down to the five
But we can't forget
About that east
stay ten toes (ho)
And look at my neck it's frozen that bitch look like some snow (huh)
Tecsuke he boutta glow (Yea)
He sitting back pourin up fours
I'm
Like to bend down
To her toes
Old McDonald had a farm
EIEIO
I know 4 freaky bitches
Down to fuck
This a movie
Make her wet
When I make plays
She knoe
I
bitches let's go hang out
Don't wait now
I'm busy in the bay now
I get 'em wacked out for talking loud
Cause X marks the spot
My ex bitch going to mark them
too
Killa Dro I'm out to, Benz, sauerkraut coupe
C4 by da pounds, I'll make a nigga house move
I know all about you, you full off of mouth full
I
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
[Chours 1: OFI]
Steady steppin like tru sureño thug
Grey and blue
[4x]
[Chorus 2: Sancho and Maniac]
Califa Thugs
[4x]
[Silencer]
Thugged out bald
Stiiizy get shipped from the Bay
Burnin' ganja help the pain go away
On the road ain't been home in some days
Caught a vibe fucked her ten different ways
I
says, "Pig Pen, I got me a good idea.
Them Friends a' Jesus gonna save us!
"So praise the Lord and Mister Ford,
And follow that micra-bus, ten-four
the cuts and came up with legitimate wealth
From the ?? hardest city by the Bay
Busting rhymes, dropping nines dropping simply for a payday
Had his rest
hop doesn't register in Tampa Bay
Cause IMO, there's too many songs for the club
That's why they tell me that I don't make enough
I'm trying to be
walk.
Walk but you'll never get away, no,
You'll never get away from the burning a-heartache.
I walked to Apollo by the bay, everywhere I go though,
against me?
[Chorus](4x)
I'm the shoota..
One shot kill!
[Jayo Felony]
I'm the do', fuck up your flow like the beat off
Hit ya bitch while she smellin my
Ten thousand niggas, Short live on stage
Underground tapes was all they ever heard
But the whole crowd sang along with me word for word
And that
it seriously or you can think it's funny
By '87, I was on my own, started Dangerous Music
And I made the song "These are the tales, the freaky tales"
all the same shit
I just wanna end up on your bitch's playlist
See me on my motherfuckin' Bay shit
I'm in 4K, all you rappers eight-bit
Uh, and you
way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
By myself, you the boys at home
That's all the time I really
e'rybody in here can stop snorin'
Yo where the safe Money unlock it, pull it out your pocket
Ben Banniker Bay with the Al Morrocan
Black Thought on capitals
e'rybody in here can stop snorin'
Yo where the safe Money unlock it, pull it out your pocket
Ben Banniker Bay with the Al Morrocan
Black Thought
groaning for you - Romans 8:26
my spirit yearning for you - James 4:5
your so Holy your true
your faithful to me x2
Bridge
There is Power in His Blood
PARIS Fashion has a new odd couple:
Bernard Arnault and Kanye West
The luxury titan turned out Saturday
Night for an impromptu concert
By West in
snorin' your flow borin'
Sort of like channel five at four in the mornin'
(Rock) Adult (made under on the par) give up hope
Grab the devil by the throat
Sci-fi
I'm about to murder this beat like a drive-by
10-minute rap, leave nothing in the archive
You niggas rap but really only part-time
I'm about
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
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