Lyrics:
Never had a whip, in fact, I'm just driven
Contacts in my eyes, my guys trust my vision tho
I'm a mix between Slytherin and Griffindor
I'm a mix between
to the Feds, they ain't post that riiiggght?
I'm Eazy'E with the flame thrower
Disowned by my Mom's, a Cocaine grower
I'm on the box of Arm & Hammer though
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
Mix-A-Lot]
Yeah, I'd much rather be behind the mic, then the gat
But the simple fact that my pockets is fat
Means I can't relax, you know what I'm sayin?
Haha
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
are my skin colour and my ear wax and its smell. So he got 2 traits to verify that I am his sun. And my skin tone is different, so underneath my skin is
please take your aim at me
Cherish the thought
Of always having you here by my side
Cherish the joy
You keep bringing it into my life
Cherish your
God.
Verse 2
Oh yeah, ah ha, aah
Just when I had finished the verse 1,
Then a lightning struck quietly
Based on a true life scene
My hands were folded
You know what I mean
'cause I'm not proud of our
Whole shit, it's like, you know what I mean?
I usually just make shit 'cause it look cool
But people's
It's your boy Lexx Spin in the mix
Out of sight, out of mind, don't know
What goes on, who's at the front door
Careful I'm not around halos
What goes
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
racing from me
Well, let's just SAY it's a declaration
Of my anger, while I mangle
These two faggots until you rate this
Level of danger that I'm bringing
of eligible young people
Standing amongst the crowd of adolescents
Struck by the nauseating mix
Of perfume and aftershave i look around
Still half expecting
a stay at home pessimist
I'm a victim of prejudice
I'm a stay at home pessimist
I'm an anti-social nihilist
People judge me
By the colour of my hair
People
1, 2, 3
It's the
Man of the people
It's the
Man of the people
Making sure my niggas out here
Are loved and treated equal
It's the
Man
the streets and broke my curfew cause I gave a shit
I carried guns and butcher knives cause I was steadily in the mix, yeah
It was so hard to say goodbye, I'm
and chiefing reefer for two days
Running from the law, living how I'm living, fuck 'em all
Bumping Triple Six
Hennessy in my cup, driving through the sticks
Who
don't fit
Switch up on my own people for no reason I don't do that shit
I'm not into the mix up vibes
Nah!
You either fuck with man or you don't I ent
my life, a lot, and things could have been so much worse for me. I did have the generosity of people that try to keep me safe. There's a story my
on the bench while me and Biz was tellin mother jokes
The meaning of my name some people may, try to guess
Yes yes I'm fresh to the flesh, so let me manifest
something that he had nothing to do with
They gave my nigga life they try to say he was a nuisance (Free cheese)
Free the guys that got caught up in the mix
stuck in two minds in my reaction
'Cause my pride and my ego turned giant like James Dean
I'm a mess right, and if that catty doesn't fuck me
Do you wanna waste every second of the day?
Time's the most valuable thing I have, so it's yours to take
I'm not crazy enough to pack my bags
My life is full of empty promises and broken dreams
I'm hopin' things look up, but there ain't no job openings
I feel discouraged, hungry
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