Lyrics:
wanna
Take you to church real quick, So I'ma need some help
I need 1500 or Nothin' wit' me, The wonderful talents of
Marsha Ambrosia from Floetry, Ah
traffic just to fly kites
Time out, the free-style rhyme out, my last rights
Fuck a classic album, give my life 5 mics
And when the smoke clears, you
Watch out! If you don't like the sound
Fuck you! I'm just tryin' to put it down for my home town
Cars drive by with the boomin' system
I must be gettin'
sweeper with a K
Nigga, this is 2Pac mixed with the old Guwop
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who flopped?
One good song, but you ain't got a classic yet
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
fuck around and take it back to classic Snoop
On the east side standing on the D-I-P
Back then my only wed was my E-Y-E
Use my P-Y-T and you
I'm livin' in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's
a list of maybe 400 people. I called. I texted. I emailed them one by one, and I explained to them, Hi, how are you? I know we haven't talked in a while,
cost of exhaustion
To salute the moon above paradise
Lost and you're a spectator, stringent
Inch by sacred inch shoveling coal
Into my earthworm soul
yelling, "Fuck what they all say"
Came so far from the CITGO, in front of the 'partment
Avoiding the kick door from the police department
Take you serious
a week the whole album gon pop like
SV standing in the spotlight
You're not liked
Cause you're not like Supa
I'm a Viln in my own right
Magnito with
classics
You don't believe well you better check the tracklist
Y'all looking for a feature, I'm looking for an actress
For theatrics, cause every album just
and take
It to the classic snoop
On the east side standing on the vip
Back then the only red was my DYE
Used to PYT and you're looking so fine
I am sorry
and
Me, it's that I be talking 'bout work I really put in
2 albums, 4 covers, 2 songs in less than half a year
Sounds like really you's just mad I'm
and giving hand outs
If you down, then it ain't my fault
Do it 'til niggas can't breathe
Y'all should be hip to the sauce by now
Moving 'til I'm pulling
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
And class in session with these classic lessons that I taught em
What you thought em, weak attacks would be a problem
I handle all em, take some shots but
pops wanna spite us
But he can't help but like us
Moms bump the album in the kitchen while she cookin'
Them pies up
Tell me who you ever seen with
(WEAU Weather Broadcast)
I don't wanna see
Where my life goes
Without you by my side
Yeah I don't wanna see you go
I can't stand this pain
It feels
Take off ya clothes to go gold, sell ya soul to live lavish
[Verse One]
It seems every man want to be a pop star
It's obvious to me that you forgot who
name on the wall and get defiled for free
Take a look and you will see
A bunch of Scotty Rock Juniors
I'm the one they want to be
You can cop swag, but
look good
Those a hundred proof nigga tell you different, he a liar
Drop 1 album, set the world on fire
I will not stop and I wont retire
You niggas
float.
You can do the same shit that I'm doin'.
You can do it.
You can do the same thing that I'm doin'.
Be abidin', chy'all.
I'm still here, take
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