Lyrics:
up on it, on that ass all night
(talk to 'em Tone)
[Repeat Hook & Chorus]
[Dirtbag]
I'm in the club wit my Gator's
Bein' catered by women that's X-
Growing up I was taught to never go burning bridges
When sometimes there's some people and memories like December
Bringing frozen lingering
a discussion, I bust, leavin your blood
RushinYou don't wanna be with me, I guaranteePick
Up the microphoneIn a world of my ownRepresent to the
FullestSouthern
a discussion, I bust, leavin your blood
RushinYou don't wanna be with me, I guaranteePick
Up the microphoneIn a world of my ownRepresent to the
FullestSouthern
em up and then I start chosen
Them firm hyenas down for an all nighter
And they kick with motherfuckin' wicked westsider
As we slide slide with that
Growing up fast never had a handout
Coming up in a world trying to stand out
No planned route, never had doubts
Doing everything I could just
Big dummy dig a hole in the dirt
He put his head in the hole; he is alone in this world
And dying slowly from the comfort of his home full of worms
Billy, take the whole world by surprise
Ska is not dead
hate
But refuses to get tickled by
The fickle finger of fate "Fuck that nigga"
Vik, in it for the buck by the giga
A short truck ride to the
Liquor store
Your rebellion so packaged and safe, controlled by fashion and fakes.
False preachers up on the stage. Social climbers who thirst for fame.
They are
farts and quiefs
My dick rumble in the jungle
Your dick got touched by your uncle
My dick goes to yoga
Your dick fruit roll up
My dick grade
Since I was a young boy , I saw metal bands in big halls
They came down to play in town, I went to see their shows
Metal heroes on stage, they've
We drove all night, and half the next day
Up through the mountains to the open space
Got through registration, searched for my dorm,
I was so
the big time
Yeah, that was his dream
He gave up his past
And made it alright
But there's something missin'
In his heart tonight
Sometimes what you
Same thing happens every day
Can't explain it any way
Sun comes up day goes by
Sun goes down and that's when I
Come alive to the fact
That I've
Some live the good life loungin' by the pool
Catching a suntan and everything's cool
Male or female you want to be set
In the big mansion
keep twitching their whiskers
Growing up quick with their age-old wisdom
And the criminal world's [ain't listenin']
And you fight for a prize [like
it's deep
But yo, when I peel them lids back and emerge from my sleep
I feel so big that I could make a shirt from my sheet
A crown from a church
granted, it ain't pain I'm feeling
Them hard times bring sunshine
Now the sun sings up to the world, mama
All these thoughts that we dreamt up
Becoming
I'm here, taking off at speed
The world's beneath my feet
And an ocean lies between us
Up high, a supersonic flight
The jets in overdrive
where they earn
Bottom of the world is where they burn
Watch me bust it off
And do this shit at any cost
No reports of no motherfucken' big ass boss
[Verse 1]
It was a hot night in August, (hot August night), humid
Hit the store to get some O.J. to shroom with
Ooh shitty, I'm in the world's
noodles, Hot Cheetos
My life a motion picture, no sequel
My competition small-time
Hang glide on Doritos
I'm the closest thing to
BIG since Cease-A-Leo
My
there
Big up to my peoples in
Rhode Island East Coasterdam
You figure them out
Uhh Denver Colorado, Seattle Washington
Everywhere
California, where’s it's
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