Lyrics:
or knuckle up
Ground zero we never ran never
Will we fuck 'em up
Dude you gonna get your ass banged
Fuckin' with that homie Lloyd Banks
Wild gun style what
(a pretty empress)
B'Flow alongside Milz you know (yahman)
The teacher (up up up up)
Chant it on
Booom
Why why why is my everyday
Surrounded by your
move forward coz I living by faith
This walk all I need is His grace
Sita toboa if I do it my way
Ka Daniel me na choose Mboga
Staki nyama motive ku
we've got those for days
Getting paid by any means
Knee deep everyday
Don't get too knocked down its not that deep everyday
Get that bag u know I gota
now
Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson
You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?
Balls off, all the homies by the ball court
Shit hit
Chorus
Produced by Donovan Germaine
Engineered by Andre "Deady Ranks" Tyrell
At Penthouse Studio, Kingston, JA
Keyboards, Bass: Donald Dennis
Guitar:
Lloyd Boyd was conspiranoid
Barking chemtrails in the skies
Claiming Bill Gates had put microchips
In all the chicken pot pies
Launching
ass naked here straight jump
Bitch say how high and flag down a car when the shit drive by
I'm a pimp like pretty tone i got the info on the pretty
love me
[Young Buck]
I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame
Six-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thang
Heavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two
love me
[Young Buck]
I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame
Six-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thang
Heavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two
a stop by the barber; you can hit the shops in the harbor
Then get the chops or the lobster
Prime on twelve, dinner for dos
We begin with a toast, end
I'ma stop at your house and blow the horn
If you come outside you know it's on
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Bitches be frustrated with the baller
myself
I'm gonna do it all by myself
Mozart didn't need a little hack to chart
Warhol didn't need to ask De Kooning about art
Frank Lloyd Wright
decease well then, please
Bury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me
God bless you workin' on a plan to heaven
Follow the Lord all
graveyard
Cause in my city it get hectic everyday
Kids hopping off the porch toting treys now
It seem like bodies always dropping by the day
Cause in dem
Andrew Lloyd Webber is doing the lights
It's twice a night for twenty-five nights
One more litle line, then everyone back to mine
Jesus in Vegas, taking
imported
It's just a Kia, still need a key yuh
I'm in a, I'm in a foreign
One time up for the most high
R.I.P. to the old guy
Jay Lloyd here, bout to show up
when I score
Man don't make me take yours
I'm a boss you not employed
Diamonds singing like it's Lloyd
I really wanna skirt a rari on a backstreet
inside of my gold LeSabre
Hand-me-down from Grandpa Lloyd
Rest In Peace, it's 5 years later
Trying to get my education cuz I lost passion
I was off
split
Yeah she know what's poppin' when I'm in LA
That lil shorty from the Bay I fuck her everyday
I got my top back screaming money ain't a thing
I let
Aha Aha, Ai
Olololo, Helelele
Olololo, Helelele
Mzansi, it is time to have a good time
You can swing it, but don't let it buckle
Take it away Lloyd
pillows is where you lay yeah
No Lloyd but I got me some questions
Just tell me now if it's okay
Cause I'm not tryna lose you
But you know I'll be straight
That's the way it is..yes
We grow kolhsam..yes
Better than the me I was yesterday
They tried to hold me down
But I keep breaking free
Everyday by day
make it to a new one
Step by step
Yeah I'm making it to heaven
All these levels for me
Ready I can step on
Got me in the kitchen
Cooking up the next one
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