Lyrics:
analyze the world when I'm by myself
I think some bugged out shit when I'm by myself
Drinkin' weed smokin' Hennessy all by myself
Questions,that I ask
You gone take them five? Or you gone take them to the trial?
And go get denied?
By that probation and you just got, caught with that fry
That
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, our youth is
trying to boast
But I got that dough
I made a video so you could see the life I live
Gotta casa across from Sammy Sosa's crib
Laying out by the pool
to grab it.
Rip the system to shreds, grab the braids in my head.
Everybody get lifted, remember the rhyme said.
This is your introduction to the new
repeat by the morning
Repeat by the morning
Repeat by the morning
Repeat by the
There is a process, repeat by the morning
Repeat by the morning
Repeat by
on the horizon is covered by a clear blue sky. So deep and volumetric, it is mesmerizing in its purity. And if you look at it for a long time, it seems it could
my booty is big and it shake (it shake)
A mango in shape (yeah), he love me with weight
Every brown shade, braids, long hair, or fades (fine)
You
dude slangin' pack by the border
I love my life, I live it twice, 'cause it's up to me sorta
You a fool with a mental disorder, and it's probably your
float funny when you surfin' the water
I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border
I love my life, I live it twice, cause it's up to me sorta
You
Jon close by too
Right about now
I need everybody to get they motherfuckin' hands up
(Everybody get your hands up)
And wherever the fuck you from
coat
Where's my bread, sucka?
Grab ya by the throat
Callin' all cars, one-adam-twelve
Pretty ass nigga, you better stick yourself
Militant, don't
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standin' by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga just stood there
Afficianado, cigars and Henny bottles
Frijole corazon gatos with hot glocks though
Twist you like a braid, canary glaze that's made
Baguettes don't shine?
Standin' outside on a Friday livin' on tha edge,
'cause we all got 'dem hard heads.
It's seems like we all are waitin',
For a drive by playin' tag wit
but I could be wrong and...
I wanna be your bootlegger
Wanna mix you up something strange
Braid your hair like a sister
Maim you like a hurricane
stones that break apart
French braids, demonic art
The dead come alive
Fall in my arms again (again)
I'm scared of the dark, my friends
What do you
I stepped in front of the car so he could see the hit
The look on his face was priceless
The bitch micro braids caught fire when the fifth
Put
when you surfin' the water
I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border
I love my life, I live it twice, cause it's up to me sorta
You a fool with
Honeys' with bodies
With Bravehearts guns in the party
Waves, braids, baldies
Trademarks to army
Is that Horse it must be
I heard he husky
Yeah, there
waves, and French braids.
Labeled him sinner; look out for that motherfucker - he might rob ya.
Niggas come tatted up head in a body slang.
Well it's
ooze machines, Chinese AK zooms, razorblades,
Jerry Curls, fingerwaves, and French braids
labeled him sinner look out for that motherfucker he might
my block with a pistol and a stare
A black khaki suit and dooky braids in his hair
The motherfucker thinks I'm slippin'
But I got my gat and a bat
waves to the braids cause these niggas ducking the fade
I just keep it saucy fuck how much it cost me I bought the display
Oh no these ain't for me I be
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