Lyrics:
grandson
The doggies leave their calling cards
On the stone you stand upon
The kids throw sticks & bricks at you
They'll try to pull you down
Like Great
wanna throw this cash on you
And i had a few drinks but I’m straight
Sitting here mesmerized by these hips and thighs on you
(I just love all
Shout out to everyone that doubted me
Imma make it and everyone will hear a lot of me
My crew by the side of me
Don't you ever cry to me
Just be real
about dunn? uh?
Eating, drinking, fucking, sucking (can't understand)
Whattup, I don't know baby
Nah man, it's not, it's not yo word up
I'm tellin you
The champ is here
The champ is here
You can hate me I don't care
All y'all wanna pile on me
Make it hard for me to breathe
Throw sand in my eyes
And make it
Stones they throw that's why I wear a big hat and roll weed
Gone if you don't know where you came or when you came
All you know is weed and cocaine
Y'all know what this is (D-Block!)
Oh yeah, by the way
This is the remix (Woo!)
[Chorus]
You can kiss your ass goodbye (d-block, d-block,
boy just get in line
I can't give her any of my seconds cause my money is my time
And I'm flawless by design
I get crazy with the rhyme
I throw up
the sharp Eye took a raid by you
And that’s why I hated you
I stood there, watched took a blade by you
I tied the loose ends but you cut em’
Throw they hands
Sorry if I had to throw shade on you
Ain't no sun light where I'm at it's no shade for you
Put the city on fire make it day for you
One and only by
litness
But don't be fooled by all these clothes
Camera lights strike a pose
But this Cannon don't shoot for shows!
Daily paper like my clothing
Step up
Tote up
Tote them weapons if you really a shoota
Told me sticks and stones would break my bones but that shit don't hurt
I got some niggas who will shoot
brown tee
Muhammad throwback, who sport a jersey by Ali
And if he made one (Hell naw they don't excite me)
I'm all about my cash ridin' around wit
When we're on the road P-Nut rolls it up
Throw me a joint on stage, what's up
I will tell a cop that I know my fucking rights
And we can match wits
another human
Not a bit of shame in what we were doin' that day
He couldn't make us stay
We had our shit together
It don't matter whether
We sport
to blow up
Don't you dare bite my rhymes, I'll make you throw up
Poison soaked in an acid bath
Swallow homeboy, your throat'll need a skin graft
Toss it
want no job I just want to get payed
By the money that the rich people's made
They don't like it, they say I throw my life away
Get a job - shape
don't know what that means cause we're enslaved by our domes
And thats real, yeah you know the deal
Go to work, do what you're told, get paid, get a meal
I am truly an MC's duty
To throw fire at any rapper who be spittin' it booty
History unruly
The only kid rooting for Judas in Bible study
The mind is
inside a lot
Tryna not be hot and get caught
By these motherfuckin' mer
Throw that nigga in the turf
Red dead enemy ironic cuz he reppin' twelve on his
Take my time with that
I don't lack
She move slow for me
Cuz I don't dance
She gonna pop her shit
And throw that back
She want some more of that
Run
Big city life, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Big city life got me looking in the sky
Watching all these other niggas walking by
They don't like to see me
They don't
scream
Louder
But all I hear is
Under
If you prefer
Your own advice
I'll comply
Don't keep it like a stone
You're about to throw
I can feel it in my bones
have very often peeled
And of course I'm a ryebuck shearer
If I don't shear a tally before I go
My shears and stone in the river I'll throw
And I'll
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