Lyrics:
in the Buick
Three up front, three in the back
I'm trying to get my dreaming back on track
Trying to get my credit back to black
Once credit was
up at 9, wear a dress this time, alright?”
“Okay bobo, I'll Presto Chango”
Pick a car any car
(Car door opens)
(Car door closes)
(Vroom vroom)
(Beep
up so let's run it up some mo
UndenYable bout to kick down the door
This time we kicking til they let us thru
Hustle lil harder that's what we gone do
weapon
Yea, test the guy if you want too
Failure in the data it may need a reboot
All these rappers ride my waves they mr me too
Only one Raawly so I don't
of a muddy cold grey sky
Shiny tooth talons
Coiled for grabbing a stranger happening by
And the day went home early
And the sun sank down into the muck
Dad's gone down the dog track, Mother's playin' bingo
Grandad's swearin' at the telly, tryin' to make the thing go
No one seems to notice me, isn't
Needless to say, my favorite rappers told me to get on this track
And so I DID it, quickly wrote my sixteen down and SPIT it
By the end of the verse you'll
ain't got enough by the first of the month
Knock on the door goes 1, 2, 3
Cops always knock in threes on the glass
Blast through the window, light from
The Little Daddy Shane
[Little Daddy Shane]
The mic is all mine
MC's crawl by when they see this tall guy
Six foot three huh, nobody's small fry
is like hangin' yourself at a.....
I know you thought I'd be locked up
Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now
Got up wit' JD doh', crazy
else wins the race
No, I give up, today is not my day
but then I take a deep breath and say
Calm down - when you're about to go crazy
Turn around -
Sin City
There's no turning back
Once Macka's on the track
I'm like Jack Frost
With a heatwave of new shit
(One, two, three, four...)
So back off as I
down to the ground to get out of the rain
Boom boom boom
The ants go marching three by three
Hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching three by three
a Porsche with only two doors,
need to upgrade cause you missin some
We just got two different bills, different styles, different sums
Started as a drive-by
hotel rooms so grand
And no one here knows what goes behind closed doors
Take a step back to the middle of the track
Don't you know it's rumoured all
all silver and black, we can win or lose
We won three Super Bowls, we done paid our dues
And if they catch you tryna sneak in the back door
You mess
girl face in my lap goin up and down
Miss Mary Mack all dressed in black
Let me hit it from the back when my tour Came to town
I'm the patty cake patty
freezing flows
Matter fact y'all can refer to data and I, as "Freeze and Flows"
I'm a principal instrument every track's a concerto
I don't care for these
the gold caps in my 8ths
Breaking right through the fuckin' door
Watch my 3rd eye flow
Indigo soul trapped in a body
Releasing like a shotty
Numerous counts
down they fortress and serve off of porches,
Hit 'em in tha body wit' tha powerful forces, that'll end all your data,
Make you clean up your house, bag
table by mistake
My face been on all types of coffee tables by the way
The kid been in print, shit, since high school we had some fame
The type I
in that neighborhood
The statistical data shows that a one percent increase of single parent families
In that neighborhood is associated with a three
the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly
He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from Timb
And wondered could some trill niggaz rock it with him
Shit
center stage
Next thing you know we got this call from the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly
He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from
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