Lyrics:
And the things you used to do are out of style
They're old and done, but missed by one
If only you could see how they loved you
Maybe then the water clears
the booth when mi a voice mi tunes ,
Due to the style Weh mi use dem need a Bible soon .
That’s a eulogy Too legit Neva confuse mi wid Foolishness mi say
you new what I'm earning
Bitch with the tits
And the nips like burgers
Surrounded by Germans
Couple of Jürgen
Copying my style
There's to many versions
The chronic smoke and double duece
Got me acting crazy
California life style
Just livin it up
Surrounded by them bitches that be given it up
Now let's
state bear
Dump a flare in the air
Two shot from the glocks
Style I got, karate chop through a concrete block
Chop the tree in the amount for the blunt
Used to be thirsty, now I'm off that sour tip
I'm over water with the chick from custin Powers playing battleshits
Turds float, but I obliterate hope
So
my status
My style will make me famous
I'm so contagious
My lyrics are life savers
Its not fist no more
Everyone using light savers
Or 45 n they will
to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe, kinda down or not
I'm rollin' with tha fool Crunchy and we got them Glocks
Backed up by the .45 and the .38
break beneath your feet
I'm still around
Ain't down to drown I'm here to float
I still be fly but on the low
We making changes to the growth
You ain't
And listen for a while
The lyrics made them smile
They said that it was fine
Although it's not the style
I said it wasn't me
Once upon a time
I
was magic like Johnson, the era hard like Bronson
Back then, lyrically rappers was into something
By now, I got me a family to look after
To work hard
Johnson, the era hard like Bronson
Back then, lyrically rappers was into something
By now, I got me a family to look after
To work hard is part of my life
was magic like Johnson, the era hard like Bronson
Back then, lyrically rappers was into something
By now, I got me a family to look after
To work hard
me, what it be
I'm ready to die, my life is just a luxury
Defended be defenseless, sweat by the minutes
I'm sick, never drownin in my own shit
Do
Seen him cry two times in my life and that was crazy
By his side funeral making sure that he make it
That just showed me some bonds could never be
thinking it would worsen
Spit flames I'm made of butane, not contained, every style is in my range
Light the lyrics on fire, wake never tired and I'm cut
the day ones on the ride, not forgetting who's by my side
Success for us will coincide, our dreams being dignified
Accustomed to the style so you'll know
Shit...2 in the morn, ain't nothing wrong
Yet and still feel super duper cold
Like Big Bear at the break of dawn
That be up in Killa Cali if you
Big L said it first got the baton to put it on
Mac Dre my style burst while on the verse young Cali spawn
Tech N9ne how I go faster like a bastard
your heart
Your neighborhood, it needs you to travel with your art
From New York to Cali, some day they'll all know
Cincinnati, Milwaukee, Chicago
Now
what I mean, like this y'all)
P.R., take them to the bridge, uhh!
[Chorus: Pete Rock]
Float on this magnificient track wise intelligent
All-star
where the homey creeps
Southside for life baby
The chronic smoke and Southern dues got me acting crazy
California life style, just living it up
Surrounded
where the homey creeps
Southside for life baby
The chronic smoke and Southern dues got me acting crazy
California life style, just living it up
Surrounded
don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit
Who that mofo that came to showboat just 'cause he float like no other?
Style smooth
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