Lyrics:
I wanna say
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
And by the time I get to you, I'd probably start an argument
(M-M-M-Murda)
Like fuck it, I walked here, tears
out ... tattered on my hand, the d is in me
you can pretend ... but any
for good times i burn you minds like the ... opinion
and i put on for my city
[phone ringing]
Hello [male]
Hello [female]
Whats up [male]
Can i see you tonight? [female]
Sure [male]
Shes about 5'9" about 30
She likes to smile
(Ay that probably Tago)
(Pipe that shit up)
They say, "ay it's probably Tago"
Nah bitch, it Lil poody with the draco
Ay look
I see yo baby
the snow
I think it got in the billboards
Exhale and answer the phone
By the time you speak, I already know
I can hear it in the lump in your throat
Fuck that bright shit
The spot or the flashlights
We in L.A. ducking both
In the shadows with lead pipes
The days is all night
All night
See
hassle in the sky
Watching the hawks go by
Here comes Abe now
Breaking through my barricades
Busts the door down screaming
The sewage pipe broke
me (what?), niggas fear me (why?)
but they want to get near me (who are you?)
the six five devil's son, (who?) I said the devil's son (who?)
can you
Bank Hank
[ VERSE 1: Baby Beesh ]
It's Baby Beesh, now you can call me Poppa Poppa
I got a brand new freak, and man, I'd say she proper
And it's all
talkin drive-by niggah
Roll that dro'get turned
Up so we can drop theses hoes
Trinna find some myness
That got some fat highness
They know I'm
me (what?), niggas fear me (why?)
but they want to get near me (who are you?)
the six five devil's son, (who?) I said the devil's son (who?)
can you
Love is not the answer to everything
Ask the ice-cream van driver down on Madison
He's getting tipped by fathers on weekends
But can't afford no Pipe
split no bullshit once you get hit
Death by strangulation with Rosary Beads
If you strict catholic
You're Arabic, King of Nazareth
I'm John Huston, listen
fire to my pipe
Hits my lungs like a blast from a gun
And keeps me up for days
My heart gets to racing
My Hands get to shaking
I'll get by till the sun
They flagging call a audible
They flagging call a audible
If you believe you can achieve
Baby roll up the weed
Put the dodi in the stogie
Told
you know the hustle don't quit
Split the wealth with my clique
Born naked we gone die rich
Here's 1 for you to digest
Can you smell what I'm cooking
In
him (run that shit up, Robbie, ayy)
Remble cold, all these bitches want some pipe from him (ayy)
Got to squabble, don't no nigga wanna fight from him
they quick to touch, bathi "Buti khumul" i-jazi"
I keep 'em all, of cos, till huzuki zandla yes
Looking to ménage, let me pipe 'em a little
Ladies you
of your friends (all of your friends)
Bring all of your friends, too
Bring all of your friends (all of your friends)
Shawty, I'm out by the ocean
Yeah, today was a good day
It's a real good day to play the hood
Yeah, yeah
(Yo Jamz turn me up, I can't hear myself)
It's a real good day
roaches wrapped in tin foil
Empty NyQuil, Tylenol, five pills
Cigarettes and some honey oil
Half an ounce in the hash pipe
And no idea what the fuck I
(Pipe that shit up TnT)
Fuck you, pay me, my attitude could make them hate me
Watch your lady, been fuckin' her on the daily
She pick me over
mandatory organ donor
I can't get jerked by labels, I'm my own recordings owner
Turn backyards to casino towns, get it like I'm Nino Brown
Go hard, you hear
It's node sub-optimal, so watch it when the Ruger spit
Record the homicide so I can watch how many views it get
Fuck the world, fuck 'em all, I'm tired
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