Lyrics:
see you again
My brudda, Depzman rest in peace fam
Hooligan out 2014 that's my album
Big up all my mandem
Big up D2, big up Yaseen
Big up the Small
romance
Was on the strict Q.T.
So if you want your freedom P.D.Q.
Divorce me C.O.D.
I won't be around
To hear you cry
I'm Texas bound
And by and by
You
blue sky and a clear blue day
Fo' a G from D-P-G to wear clear blue and gray
I come, I came, I am, I ain't
The nigga you wants to fuck with, get
strobe lights (there's no need to run)
Not blue flashing lights (if you've done nothing wrong)
Maybe fairy lights (blue lights should just pass you by
un tremblement d'ter-toss
Amène ta clique: on les couche tous
On arrive dans l'rap tout schuss
Lourd comme la patate à Mouss Diouf
Drive-by en
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're
a picture of your mug getting DP'd
I'm one size away from 13, believe it she p'd
I'm the illest and its gonna be that way for eva
Word of mouth is good but
an album, get classes
[Chorus]
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns come through
a strip Ben Frank blue hundreds that's cheese
I need a glock by the hip head in the whip
From a bitch that a roll my weed
I need a yac made neat room temp
a couple, but ain't shit I got more
D.U.N.S's wear your damn vestes
P 90 rouge's tear you the fuck up
4 pounds hit you the hell down
We next up (we next)
the Asians, wrist by Lorraine
Big Pharrell praying hands big P, big P
Buss down face, two levitating hands
I wanna see the money in cash
So that I can truly
actin hella naughty
“Hamza would you diss t n p”, yeah prolly
“Hamza would you wanna be like me”, not likely
But change the topic
I drop a classic album
[Verse 1]
D.J. Doc you know he's down with us
D-Square, he's down with us
Keyboard Money Mike, is down with us
I.C.U., you know he's down with us
Go to Mickie D’s
Better get up out my face
And get on yo knees
In the kitchen bussin P’s
And countin up cheese
I got niggas down bad
Won’t tell me they
you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause I trust nobody
[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2
[master p]
One by one in this
clique to the T-O-P on G-O-D with B.o.B.
Tell by the hat, you could tell by the tat, you could tell how I act, you could tell how I rap that I represent
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
an album, get classes
(Chorus)
(Prodigy)
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B
B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns
dégueulasse, crois-moi c'est pas marrant
J'suis disque d'or, mais j'dors encore chez mes parents
J'ai une p'tite tête, pas d'biceps, de grosses caisses, ouais
appelle-moi Floyd Pacquiao
Le sac rend pas les coups mais lui ne tombe pas K.O
Coup d'plafond direct comme Zizou, Brandao
Un p'tit renoi parti d'en bas pour
Sarajevo
But I make sure their albums make a peso
Dashie's getting slammed by snow
6 inches on the western portion, it'll blow
If I were a Monstercat artist,
p'tit break, une p'tite sieste
Des grosses sommes, une berline, d'la paresse
Une info faussement anodine qui ne paye pas de mine
Pendant que leur
that we wasn't gon comeback
The d, the p, the g to see
Westcoast's finest and I'm a put that on me
See niggas been rappin but they ain't sayin shit
Nigga
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy
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