Lyrics:
frown when you see me up
Then got the nerve to smile
When you see me down
I don't understand niggas fuck it
You niggas in the hood are
Like crabs in
or this to the face
Trying to see who pockets I could break
If he Playa im a P so baby is you finna bust a date
I see you peeking you gone match it or what
down like a monolith
While the crowd bobs their heads like it's turbulence
Acting like a puppet like your name is Belarus
Thinking you rule with an iron
decline, it ain't no Patsy, baby!
Light some sage 'cause your spirit is wrong
How the fuck you don't bob your head while hearing this song?
I bop and weave
Put it on the table, now break it up
Give it to me, now put a lighter on the end of it
It really don't matter what you spent on it
As long
on the table, now break it up
Give it to me
Now put a lighter on the end of it
It really don't matter what you spent on it
As long as you're gettin what you paid
to the rapper makin hands clap
(respect hip-hop and the fans black)
Scandalous; swiss miss still funkin shit
Uhh - slow down baby, can't handle it
The way you're
everything
The culture was never the same after they got here
Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it
We can break the whole shit down, go
even for a little head
I'm a player, not a cake-a-ho
Always gotta break ho, down to the fucking floor
You step up, I'll let you know
It's MOB, BME
P
(Break) (Break) (Break) (Break) (Break) (Break)
Break! Yeah I'm bouta break
R.I.P my poker face
I got demons giving chase
Foot is on accelerate
the apparatus/
The Elohim of this here I took a little break/
But now I'm back to clean up this year/
c lot of plays planned out and put in place man I swear/
It's
that's garbage!"
And in the old days, it was easy to defend rap music
It was easy to defend it on an intellectual level
You could break it down
Wash it down with a pound of Master Shake's sherbert
Sheets stained, wild royalty like a lion's mane
Not a common lame who grows rose gardens with
I got it na
All this damn heat burn the house down
Right pocket left pocket both bust down
Bad pretty bitch I'm turn lil shawty out
I'm from the 3rd
If you too fast, tell a bro roll slow
Stick to the code or it's backflow
Out on the streets like
How e go be
Hit up my brosky
Chat about p's
Still run
on stage yet/
Stay fresh, endorsed by We and Alpha Numeric/
if clothes are free then I'll fuckin' wear it/
Strangled the deputy when Bob shot the sheriff/
I just bought me a great long ticket
I'm gonna use it at 4 P.M.
So you can call your secret love
And break the news to him
You thought your little
down, break a beat down and by the time u turn around it’s ‘bout the time to put the streets
My young n***a jumped off the porch getting into all sorts,
I threw it back now she followin me (ha, ha, ha, ha)
I put this P-I down 7 days a week 24 hours
You say you broke ho, look here miss me
It be
'bout me
And I'll tell you why
She couldn't even hold her head up when y'all walked by
Well
Don't go hatin' on me
It's just a game
You want her, you
and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate
a blunt they’ll break you down
Son these boys they raising out
Lil boy said he want smoke, well you gonna have to face me now
Watch how I do it
Moving
the G.S.T. (Screw it!)
Prince Albert down to Saskatoon, the terror of the sea
If you want to reach the Co-op, boy, you gotta get by me!
'Cause it's
dreamin' up def rhymes
Words turn into paragraphs
Like Bob Dylan said, it takes a lot to laugh
It takes a train to cry and I don't know why
But even
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