Lyrics:
Verse 1:
Yo Yo Aye Yo!
I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace selling reefer
Puffing a challis with the beef eaters.
get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Yo, first I snatched the streets then I snatched the charts
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
(c'mon, see'mon) plat'
Yo Na Na so ill, first week out
Shipped a half a mil, niggas freaked out
She's all about sex, pard-on, check your facts
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
my shit, just like money ain’t nothin’ (It ain’t nothin’, yeah)
(Lesgo, uh)
Young legend go by the name ChanChan
You might be sneak dissin’, but I
scary vatos
Kept the hussle on Dikembe
Holding down the block yo
Placing bets
Cause the knowledge out weighs the Luck
And the flow is all natural
I don't
just wanna be a good man
And let my family sit in a brand new house down the shore
That I bought with the money from the albums I sold, yo
I was just
By listening to Lo-Fi right?
Well you came to the place
Where you are welcomed
You are not alone
In fact
This album’s just for you
So make yourself
Ha! Ha! Huh! Huh! What's this?
Yo, huh, huh, huh
I'm the one that steps in the club
Ya not see it
Givin dap, givin pounds and hugs
Ya not see it
In
Yo! (True story man)
They told me I'm gonna be non
Now it's time to show they're wrong (Yeah)
I have 2 companies 5 sector belong
You all boost by me
Kollár
V piči jak ľudia čo hovoria soráč
Olá sme hot jak plynový šporák
Zas ďalší album a zas ďalší hit
Tam kde dáme feat to je heat jak Miami
Sold
A yo let me start by saying (say what?)
I'm Sean Price motherfucker I ain't playing
(say what?) you heard me
Catch me in Brownsville projects
y'all, while you hope the don fall
But I'll come inside the tunnel, nigga, wit pope john paul
Yo, them niggas on the wall frontin', they ain't no harm
fat
Everything I do they make it out a hashtag ( Hashtag )
Beats produce by Will and every song you gonna run it back
Son getting bigger one day might
'cause I don't want to go in
It's going on-and-n-on-and-n-on- again!
Yo, call my lawyer
They ran up on me son, ain't nothin' for ya
Two shots, my
Yo, I bought that album man, it's wack man
I'm tellin you, I don't like it
I'ma be honest man
Honest?
I'm dead up, I'm serious
Serious?
I don't
performed two songs and most hate it
I'm despised by the heavens, my tombstone is post-dated
I told flex he had to wait to get my album, but I guess he
a beat by the pound
Nigga you just an ounce
Fuck that you just a milligram my nigga
Tryna get a glimpse of the life
Yo my life is like sorta like
fuckin fast on Chris Brown songs
I'm my favorite rapper even when yo album on
And it's off
Til that part come on in that song where it sound like me
I am
Shutup yo, yo, yo, yo
My life's not right [check one]
My life's not right [check two]
My life's not right [check three]
Are you ready?
(You
stayed on the raps 'til we made it on the map
By then, No I was my main guy
He and I was like Chi-town's Gang Starr
We had came far together, with a long
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