Lyrics:
the, back in the
Hol up
Mix that new with the old stuff
Y'all niggas lame like a bowl cut
Lights turn up when I show up
You know us, hold up
Gotta turn
rock them old appliances
Alliances was formed in California, swarmin'
The West coast is back so it's finally dawnin' on 'em
The West coast ain't went
trynna do
There's a get down, get down, get down, get down, aye
Let’s take a trip back to my old place
Fuck the 90’s you know where I be
I be caught up in
Beyonce had the best album of all time
We running on stage, snatching awards
Like 30 deep Wu-Tang shit, we even got swords
Cats is old school, we fire with
the way to New York all the way to Jamaica
Everywhere we keep going let me show you
Check it I'ma bust it like this
I'ma rock it like this check it
Bust it
illuminated by a star
The only star so large many more
To make our largest star show small
Furthermore, the end is not the end no stop but a pause
And what
gotta ask why?
This plant is my medicine and makes sure I get by
It's there when I need it most and I just might cry
Helps when I'm in places that I ain't
right back to us (Come right back to us already uh yeah)
The golden plaques was up
But I saw gold and that was old
So I got platinum plus (Revenge uh
right back to us (Come right back to us already uh yeah)
The golden plaques was up
But I saw gold and that was old
So I got platinum plus (Revenge uh
back to my old ways
Swallowing pills
In the dark, Imma go dark
Hit the restart, Hear pain call
He thinks He smart
Sits in the back of the class
Like he
the vintage stick em up pro
Sixteen years old did his jail since there was no where to go
Every mornin' calls his commrad to come n get em' a smoke
He insane
backs like King acts
Over Organized tracks full of facts
So you know that it's D.E.E.P
You want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked
It was 1967. I was watching a TV show.
When the glowing screen went blank,
I looked out of my window.
I saw twenty seven crows
perched on my antenna.
with a signed CD
You drop a single, another album, nothing special’s happened yet so you’re feeling kinda dumb
Everyone you know back home they don’t
that red album
Cover me with pixels so I don't see the outcome
Fellow don't approach me I fire
Not afraid to fight, when I see stars in sight
Trained by
[Yukmouth]
Lord I sacrifice my life
Just to bring my mama back to life
Just to bring my father back to life
Just to bring my potnas back to life
My father
in the neck.
Valmir Freitas Monteiro, 27, killed by a shot in the back
Those were the times of the “Democratic Transition” of President José Sarney’s
straight
Burnouts in a closed space
Still blow the O's, but it's no vape
Homie album like a mixtape
Now he follow orders that I dictate
Chances are you gon'
freshener
Lyrically I'm supposed to represent
The ghosts are steppin' in to roast your set again
I dosed your medicine, now I'm winnin' by default
Split you
reality flow
I'm tryna time my album dropping
With a reality show
Cock the MAC-11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist
Tell her we in press heaven (Ha
But I just popped a Perc and you know can't mix that medicine
With alcohol; don't get yourself involved
I see you pussies getting old - menopause
Too
And you know can't mix that medicine with alcohol
Don't get yourself involved
I see you pussies getting old, menopause
Too much pussy on the road, I'm
bitch, I had a show to do
Like I'm supposed to be starstruck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin mouth while you 0 for 2
Back in 94 limp opened
when he's not practicin' Jim Crow
Or actressing some nympho bimbo
He's playin' Ray J, the old tape
DOOM, well, what can I say like JJ in a gold cape
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