Lyrics:
[Buckshot]
Buckshot rip the body apart
Come through wit the lyrical art, follow the spark
I'mma leave the blind through the dark
Gather up the ganja
stay safe and watch me do it again
(Play the cash)
Put the cash where it evidently necessary
More than fried food and booze
Open up some libraries
Cassidy: I'm a I'm a hustler
Mister 3D 4k Bluray
Zwar nicht LL, aber ich bin cool J
Villa in LA, Penthouse in Tribeca
Früher war es Crack
Heute mach ich Geld
Transdimensional beings, I wanna be em
I wanna see em!
Two ounces of psilocybin lets call
It my per diem
My pics they getting liked up by your BM
I
to the tippity top
Whoever you is can't stop
Haters getting sicker by the day
Doubted on H got a cough kinda funny how it go right
Switch up on the flow right (aye
at my door
Cos I got a new whip oh lord
Bling'd out yeah, cos my wrist froze
Deal or no deal, now she wanna get close (Okay)
Got the gravy, no Bisto
Swipe
feel like the SuperSonics back in 95
If I said my life was easy I’d be lying
Look who raised me couldn’t give up if I tried
Nah nah mom wasn’t having
with East LA
To the sounds of the guitar, yeah, yeah
Played by Carlos Santana
I don't know if you could take it
Know you wanna see me nakey, nakey,
Hell tile
Waters a guy who's funny
Hard to act
It means alot being taped by
Take my arm
Take nicol
Bo Las Life Low Oath Yoke Nicol
Relax to the tune
twelve years a slave
Uh (it was only yesterday)
Uh, my grandfather getting knuckled by the pepper spray
More fire, Brixton riot like a renegade
I'm gonna get you to take your heavy coat off
I'm gonna turn the heat up in the house
I'm gonna get you to lie down with me baby
Let the sun shine
"If, you, think, that, you, can, fuck, with, Threat
Get these nuts!"
The great L.A. Zoo rip the roof off this mother
Suckers stand back, fathers
How long could you care?
You said it once and fell down the stairs
Lighting up the advance like grand pianos in the sand
By now you've passed
perfect day
I hit the freeway in LA
Driving a car you'd only see in a movie
Became my once and future self
With all the style and the wealth
higher, to salvation
Cheers to all the future brings
Woe and trouble take the highways
By-ways shake my blues
Well my heart up with affection
Each time
bought me a silk suit
Put luggage in my hands,
And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the promised land
Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte
Poor rappers fall victim to the metaphor master
Drill your ass raw for ice core data
An earthquake machine being powered by a crystal
Scalene in
She came back to visit, she says
'Cause in some ways, Minneapolis is more real than L.A.
But I won't go to the triple-rock on a tuesday
Too many
Ladies and gentleman at this time
I'd like to welcome a great friend of mine Mrs. Ntokozo Mbatha
Similapha simemezela
Ukunqoba igazini lemvana
you thought you was the man,
Still them cats said that you were my biggest fan,
You don't admit it, you wanna turn up the heat,
Step on your face like
I cleaned the apartment before he came
I vacuumed up every dust particle
I cleaned the bathtub for his arrival
I even did the laundry
(Can I live?)
La da y'all wanna judge me?
Hair braided up, pants saggin'
Can I just live, yo?
(Yo, I'm just tryna live)
Why can't y'all leave me
a bunch of no maze?
But in the end of my days thinking of ways
I'd rather get by or leave myself a place so I must get high
Why is it so many questions
the shit you want but you know I got you listenin', gifted in mic rippin', unlimited linguistic fitness, district by district groove, move units but you
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