Lyrics:
both took a toke
The cow got high and the boy got by
Just don't come in my face and ask me why
Cheeba Cheeba ya'll
Yeah it's that cheeba cheeba
of sleeping
For twenty-two years my mum was doing the cleaning
Dreaming that her kids would have a better life
Go in bed at night, struggling with getting by
this close to ahh, slap off a wig
You got five days left
Bitch get to work
My bread and Kyle or your face in the dirt
They gun butt Shiro, had him
Or I'm-a let my shotgun's song sing out.
Who's this?
Hope this ain't the law, draw out the bushes with my sawed-off shotgun.
Come on out right now
chill before them laws,
Come messin' up this master plan,
Since he already rowdy I'm just asked the man (Dang)
You want some work well partner put in your
Stun Gun Hero, stepping up to play
Chargebolt coming up to save the day
Drop down hero's judgment like lightning in the air
And stand out like
And the classic Rakims and the, you know, Eric Bs
These boys is on that level in this era right now, you know
So that's what I would tell somebody
If you like
am with 2 by 2
Cock up the gun and shoot
This one na anti curise
This one na anticurise
Run on the jonizing Jones
This one anticurise
Block am for
Amazing Grace
She super anxious waiting for a taste
Papi in the trap like Rob Base
I served my man' uncle raw base
He still feel some typa way to this day
I
told on a nigga, not a rat (not a rat)
Do some foul shit my nigga, boy, you wack (boy, you wack)
All that clown shit (pfft)
Gun you down quick (gun
hangin' out the window screamin' there I go
Me and my niggas in the 98 black Volvo
And the diamonds bezeled ready I yes this me
Ride with us come see
with a gun in hand
What you see before you, fuck with (?) and told you
Bitch I brought this shit from nothing, man
Grand Hustle over errrthang
Molly,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
we the drama kings
And you don't want no anna boy cause we the anna kings
Dont even talk about guns cause we quick to sling
And when it comes to beef
patient
Get buried
Falling into
Your own grave
I'm spittin'
Like an automatic
Spraying lead
I'm going rabid
You getting hit by all this traffic
Bathed in
event in history
Fighting for the title are
A hundred different faces
Some of us are great at this
And some of us are failures
Some are total strangers
doubling down
And jumping up at every sound
Hey baby that's just fine by me
Cause I never really cared at all
Yeah there's something in the way
And there's
We send them big trucks way up in the air
And snatch up big booty Bettys by the pair
My boys and dem boys really don't compare
Country boy, city
Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
baby
White boy in the cut with the guns, Slim Shady
White boy with the bomb in the cut, Tom Brady
I'm all ready on gang, why this nigga try to play?
'Cause if that come to life, then I might not be right here
Been in the dark so long, don't know if the light here
But I'm just reaching for the stars
'Cause if that come to life, then I might not be right here
Been in the dark so long, don't know if the light here
But I'm just reaching for the stars
Take her back then I put it in her ribs
(Holla at me baby)
I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain't never seen rocks like this
(Holla at me baby)
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