Lyrics:
1.5 inches before they do that
They have to fall half that distance like 3 4 7 inch and
You could do this forever
It's forever math
Because
[Kool Keith]
Example one - master magical magician
Hold position, enter the club with competition
The Great Bartholomew, my spirit follow you
Hand
Duckin N Dodgin Dem Cops
My My My My
My Hood
It’s 4 my niggaz pushin weed n rocks fleein da cops
Husslin fun change n ain't never dreamed of seein it stop
on wheels too
pop lockin contest right after school
CHORUS
1580 kday, yah, 1580 kday, yah (8x)
v2
Who remember learning how to scratch on ya momma record
aint designed and it aint defined
And it's changing us all the time so its OK to change your mind I tell em.
(Yeah)
Like 1,2,3,4 and 5
6,7,8 and then
I'm gifted with these spirits
It's like five of me when I be looking in the mirrors
A magician, the other four well I don't think you'd wanna listen
Oh
and you haven't got a voice
No five thousand for radio, no hundred thou for adds and banners
No paying record stores for all your Rawkus propaganda
losin' my focus
I´m makin' money moves mandatory
In a discussion my past records tell a story
Picture niggaz we rushin' and still bustin'
Til
Yeah, yeah, Hood Baby
DMC Global now, nigga
Know what I'm sayin'
Nigga got guap
The magician
Slimes in the place, I'm sayin'
All snakes on this
No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed
ain't shit change
So much on my mind, i can't think straight
Dose off on the blunt by mistake
It's 5 in the morning, im still awake
She ask me why i stay
the Glock can't solve
This a hit it circulate it revolves back around till all you niggas fall
Team in motion no we never gone stall
Walking tall two by four
I'm different
If you can't nigga all you gotta do is sit and listen
Look at the cars I drive
Press da pedal come alive
Horsepower at least a 100 x 5
Russian chopstick, taller than Mutombo
Four nick' knock a hole outta Dumbo
In the kitchen mix the pot up like gumbo
Milly fuck up the pans, I’m a five star
finished off
Like four or five dicks
And to make things worse
She ain't even brush her teeth
She just tried to hide the shit
With a single piece of trident
forty-four
Forty-five
Forty-six, forty-seven
Forty-eight, forty-nine (it's time to get high)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm smokin' all day
Ain't no
get it, and watch Season 5 (I need more power)
Sour, when I only leave 'em with a taste
I'm working nine to five (Five), recording five to eight (Five
of the morning that passes by through my window
Another child is born, another dies, and still the wind blows
Spin slow, drawn into strong voice of reason
nosebleed
To blow
Peep the slow leak
Four seat to roll deep
Though creep by my lonely
But don’t sleep or think I won’t link with the homies
Gang shit
Cool
didn't listen
Paved my own way and it's smooth
I'm never trippin' yeah
Now picture me rollin'
Like four five six
And every time I pull up it's like four
(Great John on the beat by the way)
I was on tour for four months we was overseas (Greenlight Gang)
Did fifty-five shows in forty-five countries (woah)
The ghettoes are fed up, we got the arms in the air
One two, watch out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're
years old. My father played music.
My mother played music. My five brothers played music, and I had two
sisters played music. And I just bought
Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And separate them by five's and light up the skies
Crip that D P, Kurupt
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in
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