Lyrics:
hate
Be mad man if you want to
But I don't give a fuck
Nigga do what suits you
I'm in my zone off the brown
You know that Dusse,
DJ bring that hook back
want to do
Oh me I'm that d j phish
Galaxy DJ's that is
We hold this shit down and tell you like it is
Red eye posse
*sounds of smoking, coughing, and choking*
"Do you know what's green?"
*DJ Pam cuts and scratches Cypress Hill "puffin on a blunt"*
Talking
Chorus-DJ Paul-(8x)
I'd rather die a soldier
Than nigga live a coward
(Lord Infamous)
Bullets are spittin' alright
I will let
36 ounces make 'em bounce in the street!
I don't wanna do it but a nigga gotta eat
I'm fresh outta jail so you
Know a nigga swole
Straight to Short
était bête
Qu'est ce qu'on peut perdre du temps à s'mettre la merde dans la tête
Vitry sur Seine à vie dans le crâne je quitte le quartier mais pas lui
Residents are fuming about di treatment
Diy say was meeted out to dim
By members of di security forces this afternoon
We tired of this inna we
Playing in the Box like a video scene
V1 16
A Perpetual Do loop warped by time ... (rest/delay)
Djs Re-gulating same old rhymes…
Nothing's really new same
EDO TO THE WORLD
GE GE, THE BEAT IS BY BAYOLOGIC
DJ SWAGG, JOE BLAQUE, X BABA.
EDO TO THE WORLD
OH YEAH, LET'S GO.
BOLALE!!! BOLALELILELE,
BOLALE
girlfriend's a boss like I'm Decay
Yeah, I lick shots for my DJ
And I'm still getting guap in my CK's
Big whip I'm underground parking, that's word to the fob
typowy start
Za kilka chwil na scenę spadnie zdań grad
Cały czas w rap konwencji jako Lui i Mor WA
Z WWA dzisiaj do twojego miasta
Ej ziomuś weź tą muzykę
Luis had enough of this nerdcore genre[00:18.77]This community is toxic and filled with drama[00:20.38]Im sick n tired of my own
didn't know, that I would know, so many is good hoes
By the look that you chose, you're undercover pros
Praise the Lord, bless your soul
In your Gap
a trick
A bitch is a woman who sucks and fucks
a dumb nigga for his duc's and bucks
A hoe is a girl that'll do the same
with no shame, and less game
or blaze
They ain't smoking
I don't do the mid by kid, I hate choking
Focus, back to me, myself, I
Little room, dressing room
The kid remains fly
I'm doing
glock leavin victims wit stitches/
they in obituaries identified by they pictures/
can't be no dj if he ain't scratchin wit mixers/
my rhymes cappable
keep do'n
More cats that slang cain and more lives get ruined
No daddys, so Boys ta Men, raised by lady's
And much props ta dem ladies raise'n dem
blackhead and heed the call
Aiyyo, no static at all
I flip on kicks, my DJ tricks
The a.k.a code name Richie Rich
"Daddy Rich, you never watch him
these rhymes by design an align
O positive cause it's in my bloodline
Everything I do they say amazing
Season beats with words like it is Cajun
Level
tryin' to sell to a sprung lane
I control ya brain
[DJ Paul]
Now do muh niggas bust glocks fuck wit us Big see
It's the ¿buggaz? of the boat,
trick
And DJ Cana always playing pot hits
And I do it for the real street
Sell 'em back the beats
would the one and then the two beats
weeks small cone
hydraulics when vexed to catch flicks
By Mira max or Kodak
I looks beyond the door like 100x for wordplay
Breaks out analogies like pollen do allergies
on the weekday
Fembots turn knobs like Electric Daisy DJ
I know you'll never leave me
I'm a rider and you ride too
And wisdom isn't measured
By the number
by a different bunch hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real niggas see what ya got lil' girl
Got lil' doe, got something to blow
You wanna get
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