Lyrics:
lyrics like a D-valve
Speak up, a deeper meaning as I leak out
And seek out, a three the hard way endeavor
Pete Nice, search, produced by Sam Sever
Twins (repeat 3x)]
Fuck that one
I got my Nina gun pistol!
Down on they brain
[Verse 2: D-Roc]
I make you want to pop that thing girl when the bass
industry, like collections of 3,000
Doors closing, antique typewriters, underwater recordings using exotic microphones, ambiances
Of binaural audio snapshots
the glass door open
Let the cold air blast in behind you
Go to the counter, give an order
Sit down to wait
It's not too long before you're joined
That
the front door
We better go through the back
See, that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
the law but I can't be found
Only my God can track me down
I'll be coming up when the sun goes down
Rolling like a rock 'til I hit the ground
Running
friends, no
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I catch a hoe right by her toe
If she ain't fuckin' me and Nicki
Kick that ho right through the door (TR3YWAY)
I
JFK, like a plot by the CIA
We ain't dying from the KKK
When that AK spray, they say "ay bay bay"
Stay tuned watch the melee play
Get attached
ain't never got sick
Bitch I even know how many keys your man flip
I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed
I know all these pussy ass cops by their first
drinking at A and work through the alphabet
Now all this time has gone by
We're hard to track down, to see just for the hell of it
I don't get invited
number one
(banging on the elevator door)
Hey! Let?s track ?em down!
KWIRK
Hey, what?s that sound on the elevator?
(The crowd breaks out yelling!)
Draw down with that Tec and bleed
I'm rockin' v-neck with V's (VVS's)
I pull up with a bitch and let her rip it real rapid
We live by the codes
fucked with Mitchy Slick down in Daygo
Young General these niggas gotta spray for
You fuck around and catch 20 out this Range Ro'
Mane that beef shit is
shit is burnin up
Charts across the global, my vocal's
Like a yodel, Large Pro showed up
With three plates of soul food
Funk tracks, on point like thumb
down like that
We can go to this place by the railroad track
It has a room with a view, just right for two
Equipped with the accessories to get you in
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
When i hit the track its total Annialation
Nuclear Hurricane yall know Im a threat on the track
They always try ta tell me, but They dont know me
Bet
introduce the cash lane
Tell them a story and now your duck has become lame
Tongue is what he says to lay down the facts
Our living is killed off by folsom
introduce the cash lane
Tell them a story and now your duck has become lame
Tongue is what he says to lay down the facts
Our living is killed off by folsom
to state"
(repeat 3.5X)
[No I.D.]
... I decipher data
Computer program the ill chatter
Brain stimulize sparks everytime I reply
My
the track like this
And they gon' love that!
Break it down, shake out the clowns
Yeah I get that cat and she likes to pounce
Well purr little kitty like my
Smoking weed, true indeed
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Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle
she said, "Come back again."
I watched them lonesome boxcar wheels
Turnin' down the tracks out of town
And it's on that lonesome railroad track
I'm
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