Lyrics:
find I spiritually define nigga, rhyme killa
I'm the purer from Missour-a
Quick when I rip shit trip this animalistic, fuck Ace Ventura
By the power
True that I saw her hair like the branch of a tree
Willow dancing on air before covering me
Under cotton and calicos
Over canopy dappled long ago
bees
Guns on di black market
You cyaan' get a Walmart and Target
Dem outcast like Princess Margret
Example di calico, fully chrome reach
Wooden
fool
What? What? What? What?
This is for my dawgs, I'ma light this motherfucker up
[Willie D]
I hit the block with that calico, bustin at yo' back hoe
coasts with the most loud toast
Calicos roast y'all folks, keep y'all dying
'Cause it's hard to fuck around when we dealing with science
My enemies got
the pipeline
They tango til theyre sore
They take apart their nightmares
And they leave em by the door.
chorus:
Let me fall out of the window
With confetti in
The night, she brushed her hand upon my flushed cheek
Smelled of childhood remnants of a dusty weeping willow
Clouds soothe and shredded by
Drag-On and Twista (kill me)
Gangsta (let's ride), hustla (feel me)
By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight
And this kid spit fire
The night.
She brushed her hands upon my flushed cheek
Smelled of childhood remnants of a dusty weeping willow
Clouds soothe, Shredded by
the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men
the parking lot
Son Bark a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lot
What now blow, clickin' like a calico
Gold max million, one love keep it real yo
Yo,
between the endless nights.
And by the way here's my theory if punctuation. Instead if a period at the end of each
sentence there should be a tiny clock
cameras action, got the calico cranked
Where the food at? Hood jewelry on, I gots to do that
Long chain hatchet flooded up, you knew that
Baby blue mack,
woman just like you
My great great Grandmother
Wore a calico gown
She had a double-barreled shotgun
That she never set down
My great Grandmother
Throw the prices up and set it out
Real niggaz never doubt
Swerve to the calico, give me a deuce of that
Make it 2 of that, pack a tip, flush a Optimo
just like you
My great-great-grandmother
Wore a calico gown
She had a double-barreled shotgun
That she never set down
My great-grandmother
Was
annihilate that nigga
'cause like a lamb I was sacrificed for this verbal murder religion
Imprisioned by my hunger to succeed
By the heart I be driven
No
deck it,
When I heard this beat knockin' foe' sho I had to wreck it,
C'mon!
Disrespect, get checked,
Snatch you up by your neck,
Young money
an advance here, an advance there
Because somebody else controls your destiny
Ayo, I'm rich, Black, umbrella calico captain
Wes Craven with a blade
you can find me with the finest hoes
Choosin' which whip to drive by what match my clothes
I got a fetish for the stones, I'm heavy on the ice, man
copped on those calicos
Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro'
Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough
Keep gettin, my tip rocked by
the "dark", "five arch angel" with heart
Ain't "no love without hate", can you tell 'em apart?
It's "bloody choices" from prophetic voices
Anointed by
pumped up
you ain't anotha bitch I ain't goin' lie, put ya guns up,
show 'em who really runnin' the streets with the calicos
[Monoxide Child]
We
calicos
Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro'
Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough
Keep gettin, my tip rocked by them cali hoes
It's
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