Lyrics:
I'm doing my damn thing
Magazines, videos, they ain't missing a damn thing
Nowadays I sell hope, what you rather I sell dope?
What I sell is
Hit The Floor
Hit the flow get it right tonight we know the Bratty boys want to stop don't stop Grab the grill by the Girl and balance to the base
to get shut down
He tries to get his mind off it
He turns on his flat screen TV
Goes on Channel 3 and sees MMG
Once again gettin' money, video
Bitches
Boy]
I was sittin in the front just watchin videos
Readin my magazine, my Vibe magazine, yeah
I coulda sworn that I turned my damn 2-Way off
But damn
I knew it was a dream, true
Because when I looked down in there
It's only a dream
I knew it was a dream
A dream
I knew it true, a dream
because when
Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky
Ain't no deals in the trap house, if you want three, that's sixty
Boy, don't sleep in
shit wasn't even cool to me
I dreamt of condos and video vixens
Until I learned most the girls in videos is pigeons
I just wanted the world to see I
from the city centre. Its surrounded by beautiful open spaces and excellent commuter links into London. What more could you ask for? Lets go in
to fly like a butterfly and Sting like a bee
While I was fly with the clouds While Prince on this beat
The sky is the limit I'm taking Flights by blunts
that time ain't lost
She brought that wet she got that Fiji
Got that Voss
Drill sum, kill, kill softly
I double down every time a nigga take a loss yeah
Hangin' down at the local sports bar
The gangs all here and we're trying to catch a score
Hot wings on my left and a beer in my right
Baseball
the fuck, ain't got no motion, that's why he sad
Ayy, here they block again, I'm tryna spend it here by all, y'all
That boy head went to runnin' when he saw
potions
Wavy you could catch me wit a buss down
Whippin mopar that nigga take the bus route
Broke boy no money no chance
Yea I'm wit these bands hoe
Red
down
Common Sense is in your town
I said come on, y'all, get live, get down
Common Sense is in your town
I stagger in the gatherin'
Possessed by
Biggie Smalls, and Eazy-E
T-Rock got shot
Lord bless 'em please bless their seed
For real we tru to the thugs representing that Land
Putting it down
Now we hold accountable
Man in blue who shoots and throws
Another gun down by your side
Says your armed and that you fired
We all know now what we
styles
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
b-boys runnin' shit
Unamerican Caravan, beatin' you down
Den dere's de man who don't stop
Yo Com, come back with some Sense, uh
that you dog
I don't think that boy, I know she a whore
If video games is just happening to boys
I'm fucking little, I am not a boy
And if she wants it,
where I'm from not
The same as us
They is so lame stay in yo lane
Laughing with jet when yo video playing
Kicking shit whatever city I'm in
Boy I punish
spit
Aww shit, I like them Jamaicans and them Haitians
Niggas can't take it when they shake an make me rape 'em
White girl's I video tape 'em and they
do something
And let's fix the biggest goddamn crisis
In the history of this country"
Guess it's gotta come down to this
In order to see things for
Produced by: Skeyez Beats
Skit Vocal by: PlanZ普兰兹一
Recorded by: 瑞
Mixed/Mastered by: 瑞/郭子翊
PlanZ’s Voicemail:
More Vision, break a leg, boy
Stevv
everywhere, and my mind is ruled by fear.
And now something for the ladies:
Hello miss middle class teen princess. Put down that book right now! Hey check
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