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never, Asked you to stay, we are ground away You might throw – there is a bomb that’ll blow A tape cover your speech – conform with it You better,
Hanging with the wolf boy you know a nigga polished Pop a cherry bomb like ya boy got no options I'm the flower boy pass to Igor like I'm Stockton If I
slipped The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
Getting chased by seagulls somewhere out in California Posted with my shawty smoking ganja like a stoner Baby got my heart even though I am not
he put up a fight? Took him bowling in the arcade We went strolling, drank lemonade We made out under the dock He got drunk and he showed me his cock
it's young sweaty palms Couldn't nothing get me calm Now I'm flexing tell Flex to get me bombs I'm nuclear and I always stayed away from Where
(Killin' niggas by the genocide) Leave 'em punch drunk, like they collar Put the gin aside (Put the gin aside) Don't need to bring the TEC in Transform like
band) I'm goin' T-Raww, skinny nigga, big bands Happy birthday bitch, I'm the cake man (ayy) Don't give that good pussy away to a waste man (Ayy)
Manic, toxic, favorite alcoholic The mindsets op, but it comes with some problems Got me drunk by three, & i'm feeling so free Should've stopped
longer find This life divine it aint no future with me living by the nine paranoia Cross me and I'll have your mamma morn ya Or maybe I'll send that ass
by someone good And you, you will be loved by somebody good You have been loved You dropped the bomb And now you're gone I held you dear You
consoles Just breathe in And fly away (spacey) Once i bomb ya with the ganja Meltin like you hit the sauna Seein double like entandra Just breathe in
this motherfucker by myself Smoking on strong, and holding on my dick like AH My gold on, I'm the bomb, I'm talking goldmine Nigga's taking shots
while they creepin', (Uh) Duck cause you ass out Drink 'til you pass out Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my glass house Niggas is under me They
Another day went by hated work I'm full of dirty words Sometimes I wish I could run away From this nasty world I'm writing a song a day before exam
in my pocket and at least a grand Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC Remotely controlled by
or down in flames Walking bomb she ticks away Any second everyday Where do you stop and Your light society begin Days passing by It's getting harder
got my nigga Layzie Bone in the muthafuckin' house Bizzy Bone in the muthafuckin' house, Wish Bone And the muthafuckin' bomb is in the muthafuckin'
thugs Heat takes souls away It's no love Drugs help me cope with no hope It's like stressin' Smoke a sassin Can't find no bomb dope Continue
Turning your bomb-ba-zee into doobies Platinum overseas like the Fugees, Japanese Germany groupies, mooshi mooshi, sniffin lines off each other's
Down will come emcees fake shit and all! Verse One: Method Man On top I be the show shot The bomb drop After shot blow your bumba claat
Cîroc out of stock thots drunk it up And niggas right behind them with another cup Jamaican rum by the drum Face numb looking dumb Fiesta fun by the ton
by the sheep How'd you get lost with me Still drawn to the light if we die we'll have found a place to sleep I drive drunk through the night trying
the bar, so I raise the barbell Is you a rapper or a trapper or I couldn't tell I was getting paid you was getting saved by the bell 67th Bethany I'm getting
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