Lyrics:
Spoken:
All these wise guys trying to put us down
We gonna bring 'em on in
An' bring 'em on home
Sings:
See them stumbling by the way side
It's a diamond neck piece yeah I had to decorate
On my Q's and my P's i'm just tryna catch a break
(Ooh, ooh, ooh) ooh, ooh, ooh ya knew
I know you see
oh
It's just me and you and our music boo
Grinding hard in the studio with the microphone like Schoolboy Q
What they want from the man of the year
I'm
the floor
And I don't even need to bring a single gun to war
'Cause I be on some shit that they ain't never done before
Takin' over piece by piece,
on to faith and never let go
Tell them we want go home
They bring me the riches but me tell the no
Tell them we want go home
Ah living on earth but its not my
here waiting for you, darlin'
It's all I want this year
Dear Santa, make my wish come true
There's only one thing on my list
To have my baby home
bredda bun
Yeah, Nicki bring it come, you
Fi gimme mi son, gyal
She seh di man give har everything she own
Di car, di home
Di cellular phone but weh she
to bring
Everything you do is forced never endorsed
Asked by matadors how I'm running the course
Of course now I'm hoarse
I see your abhorrence enforced it
But I figured I'd have it all by the time I retired
I'd have me a car worth at least a hundred grand.
I'd get it one piece at a time
And it
Wa de whoo got the strap man he got it
Hahaha izy
Huh wa
Huh wa
Say you kno z
Bring the life to the party
I ain hearing you bro
Tell them how it go
Yeah yeah
One Two One Two
What Up Yooo
It's your man Reborn tha Rebizzle
You know what I'm saying
Coming through with my man
Q The Prophet
figured I'd have it all by the time I retired
I'd have me a car worth at least a hundred grand.
I'd get it one piece at a time
And it wouldn't cost me
.454, I pull up on niggas, I tell 'em lets get it
Niggas they talkin' on Twitter, you niggas you know you gon get it
Benjamin Franklin, niggas know
bring the lampshades out, mood
To say something lewd on the news
And move like views on a cruise
And fuse like the Q's and the U's
Ah ooh
Ah ooh
the kitchen cuttin work I gotta do my two-step
Yeah I'm bad leg trappin, bring it to your front stop
Now I'm on Y-65, just got off I-10
In the handicap van,
Torn up by the Kent, the Clark Dark
as the brothers try to spark
We knocked boots, and the boots got knocked
Three A.M. and it was off to The Rooftop
the city, it's do or die
Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage
Slide, slide, hoo ride
You better be ready when the five roll by
on Ventura where the homie Hughlan lived
Knew that we would do it big fresh up out the foster home
When the city take you in you know you really got a home
I
man, went from that to makin a livin
Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin
And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed
It's the new way,
wajah
Sakdo mein mare log puri duniya tabah
Q russ or NK k mein sab sahi hai?
Q Chin mein aab koi case nahi hai?
Whuwan sa shuru waha trade sahi hai
Now I know which way I’m going
I got the help I need
We’re pushing back to get forward
Will you be waiting for me
I bring it home tell myself then
from the soul
I bring it from the soul
And nobody's going to stop me as i go
Nobody's going to stop me like Khadafi
Or like Diana was run off by
bring it to St. Peter, you can bring it to Jerome
You can bring it all the way over, bring it all the way home
Bring it to the corner where the children
lie
Got some friends around me, got some friends around me
We should go to my home
Afterwards, come on
Bring your friends, we should go to my home
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