Lyrics:
guard forgot why I was here
What I'm shopping for
Candy coated pixie sticks
Hookers by the slurpee machine
Looking to turn tricks for fix
As I reach up in
a stop to all this confusion
A global economy it manifests
No time to rest, no time to rest, no time to rest y'all!!
Yeah O-are-G-A-N-I-Z-E!
Yeah
I smoke heavenly
Drink heavenly until the loss of memory
It's the Vi-double to the l-e
Movin out where it's warm when it's chilly
[ VERSE 3: Buckshot
rapowy artyzm hymny bloków i boisk
Ja to głos okolic które dały mi iskrę
B I E L A N Y
Dzisiaj ten ogień zajął całą ojczyznę
Więc oprócz pasji robię
tricks, to cocaine
Sittin' in a crack house earnin' my snaps
Way before I was bustin em raps
It's the see-o-see-a-I-n-e now lets niggas be dope
up 'em off in tha dungeon wit out a crack of light
Frayser be -O-you-N-D must be all up inside of me
M-E-M-P-H-I-S crunkest city in Tennessee
Blame
me out
I floss with the cream of the crop
Betta peep game till my team don't stop
If a nigga want beef, we regulate, why wait?
Florida keys up
To Provide An Honorarium To Anyone
With The Code
[ROGER & MARK]
The Code-
Well...?
[COLLINS]
A-N-G-E-L
Yet Robin Hooding Isn't The Solution
The Powers That
Great Deception)
S-A-L-T
(The Begging Question)
AND S-Y-N-C-O-P-E
double D-why S-E-A-N
He hasn't hit the rooftop to jump, guess he waitin'?
For what? I don't know, but who wanna come with me?
I got at least one more
the be-I-G D-A double D-why S-E-A-N
He hasn't hit the rooftop to jump, guess he waitin'?
For what? I don't know, but who wanna come with me?
I got at least one
a cerfew, it's 12 o'clock
After that I'll start trembling if I get fed hiphop
'cause I'm a G to the are-e-m-l-i-n
If I wasn't then why would I say I am?
lifetime yo mad cream
oh shit, you seen that car that drove by? (yeah)
well that was his X-hoe Lisa, and that was why
he told us to drive through the hood
g-a-n-g makin noise
Us niggas from the Brick now wreckin shit with the (Badd Boyz)
Step to my crew, you get your dome flown and blown
I'm part
朝まで動かせ声あげな (Huh!)
お待たせ
この場でwe turn it out!
A-B-C m-flo run the
show like Abe Geechie,
Y'all saw what? correct and 正式
we're coming through
D-E-F-G 気にせずに
rhyme
work dat tinkerbell for dat M-O-N-E-Y I see it in ya eyes dancin yea she got da glare Da baddest chick up in da club dats y dey stop and stare Da partys
cracks
My man bruck, divided like mash ??
If Russ is moist, moist why any time
I buck perks, they do cab by choice
In the flesh you ain't got a voice
Chat
lookin' sharp
And make sure that Jon's is extra skinny
With the ring on the left hand, you heard?
U p p e r h a n d
Bea-bea-beats by Yamaica Production, baby
C'est 9B qui déboule donc logiquement mon gars, il pleut des balles
Toh
Eh-eh-eh
Tou-touh, paw
Paw,
watch all my interviews
Now she hang by the bar when I’m in the room
And I make myself way too accessible
I’m just hugging
a fan, won’t let go of my hand
Verse 1
Now all ahead full throttle get it popp'n like a hot bottle
go crazy like you in trouble
Do it one time then switch it up to double fall in
believe that
Now I wonder why you and
Your crew couldn't see that
You know what I wanna hear
You know what I wanna hear!
Uh, pass me the M-I cro P-H-O-N-E
we're all sitting here
Instead of trying to be
Uptown where it's hot and the girls be all
There's got to be a way for the crew to score
L-E-N don't stop
of misdemeanors
It's yours if-fili-lifif lanf-lan-flipper
Bout to go down styrofoam sipper
I'm quicker than Scott-i-e Pipp-e-n
Ain't this about some bull shit
I am
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