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Lord you ever eat the pancake buffets? I
Gained so much weight
I had to buy relaxed-fit
Condoms by the time I left there
It was ridiculous and I
they prone to steal
I'm a 5'5 monster in a clover field
How your whole album trash? Got me tearing up your skit
Crew full of weed carriers, I'm airing
Skirts on it like it's Rupaul
0 to 100 round 5 seconds
Like the food fall
Wanted Lil Q but I'm too tall
Like damn
You just a industry plant
You tellin' his
Seventeen and I still don't have my permit
I made an album and an EP, maybe you heard it
They sounded just like a sixteen year old made them, because
se vend vla les photos charnelles , je bolai les Wacks et le ngori, mbindi j’ai pata les stories. Si chui pas aux states chui aux pays, chui dans le
wanna war with us
Choppas in the car with us
That four five ain't large enough
Dead Flow, yo bars low
You should've left it charging up
Give that bitch
in thin air, there go Game, nigga where?
Posted on the block in them black Airs
In that all black Phantom, hug the block like a bear
Yeah, that V12 is
the black steel
And my friends make suggestions...
That I should squeal to the cops but that's out of the question
If I die by the trigger of a misled
Yeah, this is what's happening right here
Go to MySpace, slash Little J X
Check him out, y'all
This the official mixtape before the album
It's
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
Diplomat Willie's, Millie Jackson chicks, dusted out Blondie
Slide me, we wrote the bowl, we take the magnets
Man handling mics, wool scarves, Evil Knievel
Caught 5 bodies by the same group homie wife's her don't you save her
Making projects in the projects countless hood stories
Why the toxic things in life
know what, I would hate me too
If I had the same MySpace views as you
If I saw Skepta go from sitting on a wall
To sitting in a white V6 coupe
I think
in to the stars/ everyday a Forrest fire smoking potent by the jars/ Life hit like bodywork there's always stories wit the scars/ real rek real you
stickin' out of my grave
The whole world left me for dead, Michael Jackson's estate
But I'm too high I'll never land
A river that knows it's source could
jak se žilo, co bylo, co chybělo, kolik chybělo
K tomu to zachránit
Jaký by bylo, kdybychom byli, měli
To co jsme chtěli udržet a všemu zabránit
Ale teď
his friend is giving a sign by flashing light
Mason steps out, got his strap out ready bash in, he is getting in
5 feds waiting in there, gave it away
Someone give this man a hug getting gunned down by his plug
A chorus is boring so I bore you with a story
Like waterboarding, fuckin' drownin' and ya
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
"Gangsta Boogiegangsta Boogie"
It's the P with the V from NY to the D
Comin' through with the heat we
Got the "Gangsta Boogie"
And spit fire like
survive
Too many stories like this one
What's shaking?
My fate is highly favored by the father, peace to all (Peace to all, yeah)
Patience
My fate is
the county, three years have already went by
They're pressuring my Locs, trying to get them to testify
Snitching ain't no joke, it's hazardous to your
behind the ropes
Too many dope niggas I see starvin'
Catch a single deal, a possible plea bargain
Wu slay regardless to whom or what, five mics five
Ten drinks in me, I'm drunk
I left the party early tonight
All those empty conversations
I'm watching the cars and
The trucks whizz by
And I thought ten
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