Lyrics:
ponytails or either braids
When I was in school
I used to get cool grades
When I graduated, used to smoke two jays
With a fifth of Seagrams
Mixed with some
got hella range
I've been down with T. Lue since he was wearing braids
Here comes the fast break, just get out the man's way
It's lead by Lebron
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian
Standin' over by the door
Fell in love with a Chocktaw maid
Over in the Georgia store
Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin'
Kaw-Liga was a wooden indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga just stood there
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian, standin' by the door
He fell in love with an indian maid, over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga, ooh
Just stood there,
many niggas in your life with diamonds and braids
I'm from the home where they get sprayed and gang related raids
Fuck y'all, that start bangin' after
A motherfucker like me handles a bid like a jacket
Strap it on my back, niggaz ain't built like me
And by the end, niggaz was like "Yo, why you killed Mike,
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian
Standin' over by the door
Fell in love with a Chocktaw maid
Over in the Georgia store
Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin'
high
Tell the girl a comical lie
To keep the conversation high
I seen you from afar
Nice frame and your braids long
Gucci bag matching your frames ma
call me Snoopy but
My friends call me Leo yes, I’m an indian
Two braids in my hair with a pipe in my hand
I’m endin all the big beefs
Rolling up the big
heart stoppers partner
Red and black impala ride
Street like patrollie’s
Coached by OG’s to stay low-key (what else)
Sip 40’s and stay with a 4 T
My
and raided
Crimes are drug related
And we live by the street
Rules that thugs created
Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts
For selling pounds of coke
a four door DeLorean
It's the cinnamon smorgasbord when I hit record
I need a Dior private resort
By age four my favorite shape was a trapezoid
Riff
skies comes blue
Through darkness comes light and I be known as the Guru
And this I certify we all should be alerted by
the traps within the system,
star with
My fist raised, Versace shades
My french braids
Had sick chains since 6th grade
Safe to say we've been slaved
These niggas tryna shoot me!
Jumped ahead like June something
Still I'm wheeling that Maybach
Tom Ford with my braids back
Tom Ford and my shades black
Dope boy with a cape
had to eat, this money's good as spent
I'm doin' braids, I wasn't paid enough
I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut
I got laughed at, I got
Written by Stevie Nicks.
Though deep set and somewhat shadowed
Her life...her mystery
Well It's not so different than the way that he said
"So
Cam ye o'er frae France? Cam ye down by Lunnon?
Saw ye Geordie Whelps and his bonny woman?
Were ye at the place ca'd the Kittle Housie?
Saw ye
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
Snatch a kid by the braids, and cut his head off
Rhymes is rugged like burnt buildings in Harlem
The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the Temple of Shaolin
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
Older
Smiles and tears
Chubby cheeks and tiny ears
Days of play and sleepless nights
Welcome to this brand new life
Braids and bikes
BFFs
change for a bouquet
Too late, got cha girl by my two braids
And a sidekick 'cause the chick go two ways!
Heyyyy! Doctor (Inda Buildin')
Never get gassed
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