Lyrics:
officers watch over ya
I'll embrace the handicap of the colour of my skin
I'm wheatish, it's time for the reapin'
So ain't no other place I'd rather be in
this (I just wanna skrr)
Ain't gone waste no time in this (I can't waste no time)
I done did some crimes in the streets
I told you from the jump its
and mucho pizzazz
Good looks and charm and personality
You punch it in your calculator, and it adds up to me
I know the same goes for the rest of my crew
the quarter
And we smoke it by the ounce
If I'm bringin' all the homies
Then we smoke it by the pound
Said this that
In first place
September, Baltimore
the quarter
And we smoke it by the ounce
If I'm bringin' all the homies
Then we smoke it by the pound
Said this that
In first place
September, Baltimore
by the lake
House by the sea
House with a city view
Yea that true
Living in the future
Visionary shit
Maxed out
Living in abundance
Max 10 years I'll
NOW, LET ME TAKE YOU TO THE MOVIES, MAGG,
SO I CAN HOLD YOUR HAND.
OH, IT AIN'T THAT I DON'T LIKE YOUR HOUSE,
IT'S
Went through alotta pain alotta fight
But I still haffi survive
When de house ain't had nuh water or nuh light
Jah, only you duh by my side
Can't
to drop me off by New Lots
Only here for a good time
My Skin clear, weather clear, oh yeah that's a good sign
Baby looking good in that sundress,
You know I
the weight of your problems
Queen is dead but ur wig won't come in time
If he calls you'll drop everything in sight
No worries your back by daytime
It's so
it takes to make 'em jell
And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostes' on the ball
They could go to Elsa Maxwell
leaving you hoe ass niggas unhappy
Chopping burs when able, fucking hoes on the table
Watching cable in a Sable, Dope House is the label
Selling em three
enough for you to run up in this (uh huh) (yeah)
I need stacks of chips, you know dream house money (uh huh)
Shit, you just like me
So don't start
out the door
I don’t know why, there is never a good reason for it
We just can’t get out the door in the morning
We’re always scratching and clawing
got knots
In my stomach
Empty pots
On my oven
Ohh those aliens
Keep coming
It's so unbecoming
Won't nobody approach
A house surrounded
With U-F-Os
Truth
the movers and shakers holding techs
Pull up at your mama house, she don't know what I did
And she ain't gotta know
Hit the room, get me some rest, aye
I'm in
that I love you
And I will never do anything to hurt you, my baby
Please don't go
We've got a good thing going on, yeah yeah yeah
Stand by your side
go
We've got a good thing going on, yeah yeah yeah
Stand by your side through thick and thin
And I will never go away, 'cause I love you, baby
our house
There's a neon sign flashing "coldest beer in town"
Is she gone for good? Well, it's hard to say
But I'm gonna be ready either way
I got
G's counting G's keeping it G
It's all good it's all good hey
I used to dream about leaving the house
Without a brick to my name not even an ounce
an apartment to a house to a mansion
And y'all gonna look retarded 'cause you doubted me
It's crazy how time flies by and friends turn into your enemies
How you
an independent artist, he make his own decision
He might get deported after he do his time in prison (aw)
He can win the appeal but he need a lot of help
If him
Once upon a time not long ago
4 way befo da dayz I wuz known 2 flow
I wuz showin str8 luv in da beach
Hugz frum da freaks
Even by tha thugz wit
You know we've been struggling for such a long time
Working here and there just to get by
It's finally time for me to get mine
No more
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