Lyrics:
soul but know I'm keeping mine
Heart grew so damn icy
They couldn't see me at the top
I rolled a hundred dices
Before I ever got the drop
She wanna be my
hit him with a charge and it shocked me
I ain't talkin' Sylvester Stalone
But I felt all alone when this shit had got Rocky
Niggas thought I would
Dickies, she a fashion hoe
Five figures by the AM, no I ain't bragging though
I mix my Rickies with Dickies, B B Simon's why I'm sagging hoe
I been sipping
go where you won’t go
Just ask about me the head honcho I drop a little bag on your head do it pronto
Back to back back with back ends
I don’t hit
to O-P-E-N
They said they need a hero in it so I'm back to dope again
Pull up in that old-school Flintstone drop on rolling pins
Time is all behind me, this
or with the uzi spray
These suckas then I cruise, my granny saw it on the news
She shook up, look up and then she put me on the move
I tried to get away,
Breaking glass in that backboard, or like Kobe in Toronto, huh?
Dropping eighty-one, yo I drop the eighty-eight, Ricky Bobby, shake and bake
Sleeping on us
Thug in a photo drop
So I had to chop off the roof take a picture of that and call it photo chop
Been riding clean
Since Rodney King
Martin Luther Dream
Yeah
I keep runnin' up the bankroll, the bankroll
Purple on me look like saints row, it's saints row
I think this life what I'm made for, I'm made
flip my middle finga I'm chillin' on 20 million
Da room has turned me on I'm masterbatin' at da top
These hoes so excited so dey catchin' every drop
Frank zappa (lead guitar)
Ike willis (guitar, vocals)
Ray white (guitar, lead vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan zavod
play me, dawg my name not DVD
Uh, yeah
I'm on a plane so don't disturb,
Me and Nevo taking flight, kicking hoes right to the curb
Busta standing by my
the melting pot
Chiek Anti Deop
Kemetic science drops
All nonsense stop
Turning the lights on
Our minds was in the dark from slavery
Read a book by J.A
surround me
Bass drop, baby now I'm ready for take off
I'm Ricky Bobby riding, chasing cougars in race cars
Space bars
Cantina typing my memoirs
Pull my
investigation for years
I feel like Gotti
So it's fuck the Feds, let's make somethin clear
They never caught me
I had to do the dash for the bag and the big body
I been moving fiesty
It's boutta get (hot hot hot)
Picklies level spicy
Tell me what you (not not not )
You not like me
Yea we got the drop drop
open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't nobody in the crowd
They
Leaders
Of the School
I bust a door open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't
Drop the coke like the album
And it's comin' soon!
Sucka free, that's the best way to be
Keep them sucka ass niggas' from round me
Sound me and turn me
fell back
Ay, bitch, you ain't direct if don't name drop
I was in the liquor store with gang and let the thang pop
Bought it cheap but I sold it for
then the eye can See
See It an Believe It
She tell me Imma Dog
For that gold I'm Retreiving
An I never learn My lesson
So By now Yunno the Sequence
rabbits
Like Juice off the molly I feel savage
Livin' life Imma cuff me a bad bitch
Drop a hunnid racks just to get some brand new fits
Drop a hunnid just
Baby telling me you
Got a perfect shape
So won't you turn around baby
I wanna picture how you look in the nude
Looking at you to see if it's true
Been stacking like frito lay, two duffel bags and a briefcase
Trying to count it by hand we be thumbing through them bands in the H
In the H, run it
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