Lyrics:
sucker for his money
It's so funny
Cars ride by, with the boomin' system
Sayin, "Leave him alone, my man already dissed him"
Now I'm
guitar.
He wanna run around n' chase women
N' have all sorts of good times.
Anyways this fella', his sideburns,
They're just a little too long.
smooth like the good fellas
Cosy boy lifestyle yeah we good felas but let me as one time
Is the black man in Azania really good fellas
Matter fact two
know my name by the way I whip it, yeah
Woah, this ain't the time for second guessin'
What's goin' on in my body, woah woah
If you say you're mine
Sway this is a dream of mine
Before I even rhyme
I don't want to be defined by
These rhyme scheme of mine
They put me in a box labeled
"too ahead
But without insane
End-times oracles
All up in your brain
God's gonna judge
If you don't abstain
Couldn't even stop
Blood spilled by Cain
Think you'll
hot mix
Yo I thought you cats could chill shit I got this
Inner smile, time to take respect first semester cats
Keep it come through an' get some
In this bitch
Hit the switch
Never been rich
Young misfit
Hit em with the hitch
No will smith
On my kobe mix with melo blue and yellow
We on go we
Ain't no fighting for the crown
I got more to pass around
Rapping for a reason now
Time to really be a man
If you really care about yo people
Lend
With the radio softly on
Thinkin' how a good man is so hard to find
Well once she had a fella
Once she was somebody's girl
And she gave all she had
like a scepter
By the gram only way I measure
Uh
Don't come running like a bro
Once I make the radio
All these bitches they just fake
Only want me
all got dreams of the bottles pouring by the liter
And putting Lamborghini doors on a cherry Beemer
The G5 with free points on the air time pass
But
And scan this radio
The vibes get so low
Such a disgrace
But Ras I was raised, through Jah Jah music to save
I-man consciousness from fallin' trap
heard by the world in a matter of time
To hear his mama and his daddy come play it with pride
Lost in the world and a moment of time
But he's back now
country no need to give it to me
I said man-oh-man
Where'd the good times go?
Back when Fall by Clay Walker was playin' on the radio
So I sang
Shorty drop it to the ground like she ain't got manners
Too much booty for one man to handle
When all I need is a one night scandal
And I?ma get buck
some good deeds
Sweet juice coming from the love you choose
Pour me a cup mix it with a little booze
Have a good time with the one i call mine
Days never
man what are you talkin about
That girl looks good
Man look, you just, you buggin man, you know what you said
Okay, okay, alright you show me how
at the Neck Chop Bar
Right where us killers hang out at night
And in walks a man I've never seen before
He took the table by the door
And signaled for
these are G subs in uniform
You violate the fanzine now you'll be gone
Out the flame y'all you now how a nigga came
An' by the time I'm at the door you
man what are you talkin about
That girl looks good
Man look, you just, you buggin man, you know what you said
Okay, okay, alright you show me how
I know radio prolly ain't gonna play this
But chopper going off in the hood man
Like Afghanistan or the Gaza strip somewhere man
Yeah, we hear it so
man what you doin)
Cursed by the hate we throw (you trippin' dawg)
Is this the new national anthem
(How many times has that ever happened to you?)
body got me all excited
Drinks on me then you can be on me
Then you can see what we was made for
Turn up the radio, ready to go, John
It’s time
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