Lyrics:
See we don’t politic with imbeciles we congregate with criminals and keep some killer hoes and keep the toaster by my genitals for when the shit goes
DJ 600 Volt, Stereo, mono i swe grupy
Choć jak wielkie jak Antono widzę luki
Już nie będzie tupił, nie wszystko kupi
To jak Środowisko Miejskie nie w
heard that I'm a freaking beast of the stereo
And I еat up rappers that I see. What is scarier?
I go wild on this shit like a Barbarian
And I'm sick likе
on the fuckin' playground
Stereo boom box and it shake the fuckin' Ground, yeah
I got a motherfuckin' nine and I paint the road Rose like it's fuckin' Valentine
run the place
Took my girl stereo, CD, plus the tape
Brooke star, don't wet that, fucked her face lets stuff the place
Jet back to Santa Cruz,
grill niggas, spit a barbecue
Committing drive-bys out a grey Coupe
When I start drowning rappers, dawg
It ain't cute
Till every person in they group
Turn
heard it's so bright
Might wreck your eye sight
[ VERSE 1: Bosco Money ]
Comin live and direct to your stereo
And comin fly, so I guess we're comin
what you do
Why must I ask myself why
That you're not telling lies
Telling me, telling me
That you're playing by the rules
If you're playing by
The forty motherfuckin dollars on my books, nigga
I'm not an MC, I'm not a G
I mean I'm A-to-fuckin-Z and everything in between
Rappers like gangbangin cos
homie, dodgin you bitches
Mobbin these switches, bouncin through the light in the rain
My niggaz mafia connected, spendin life in the game
No turnin back,
In 2 perspectives, 1 in 4k, 2nd in 1080
So let me step back, collect my thoughts and start painting
A image that couldn't be duplicated by a copycat
have to cross the border
If them mics y'all been hanging from the sky was connected
The nicest MC would strike you down in a second
Throw the ice up
Give
Spiritual I got em singing 'By and By'
Cause of death
All my lines were laced with that cyanide
Mistook me for the quiet type
Step into the booth now it's
the connection
We stay connected
Tone Dogg Raw:
Cold tree blowers 56 hour layovers
La to boulder obtaining new stakeholders
The main focus is to gain more
Fresh off the Garden picked by my mama
You rappers getting rotten you need some manure
I dont wear designer clothes Im comfy in Pyjamas
I dont really
tych samych falach
Czy odbierasz na tych samych falach
Jade leniwie opieram sie o ladę
By kupić dżem albo marmoladę
Za oknem deszcz albo deszcz z gradem
Big Daddy Doing it big dog style
Yo...taking off
Uh uh uh uh uh ED O.G.
Uh uh uh uh uh ED O.G.
ED O.G
Yo, if I'm a ride I'm a ride by high
steps
Ahead a ya my flow is non-stop like et cetera
Et cetera, from beginning to end I begin to blend
And you gets no wins even if your stereo is
At age 13 turned fiend, dreamed nights M.C'ing
Reciting rapper's delight enticed by limelight
Ambitious visions of vinyl 12 inches
Since Yellowman
under carpet
Masses raped by taxes 'our' pay cheques the prime target
1% creamin it everyday on a rigged stock market
Time to shut their shit down
and perceived threats
So, what's real? What's projected?
The signs hum electric
Remind us that the circuitry's connected
And can't be understood
With mindnumbing
see through
Getting stronger when i'm in the booth
I'm connected at the roots
I'm not afraid to shoot, aim
Looking at you
Through the prairie
doesn’t lie to me
Your car is economy
I met the bitch in a Reddit feed
Me and my brothers connected like centipedes
You try to cop my identity
You are my
It's been a stressful day, where is my grinder?
Every time I hit the J I get a reminder
That we all connected and we tryna be accepted
In this cold,
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