Lyrics:
the cold current appear warm
My first verbal brawl, started on some yes yes y'all
To the beat y'all, break your windshield, your jeep stall
Mr. Traffic,
the cold current appear warm
My first verbal brawl, started on some yes yes y'all
To the beat y'all, break your windshield, your jeep stall
Mr. Traffic,
Y'all ready
Yeah I'm ready
Let's get it
Ight
Uh,Whoop, Hey
I need a laxative (Yep)
Cause I'm shitting on niggas (No Cap)
Aye
I just be playin' round
Where's all my soul sistas?
Lemme hear ya'll flow, sistas
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista
Where's all my soul sistas?
Lemme hear ya'll flow, sistas
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
of Snapple cap nigga
Uh nigga
Gave yo bitch a Big Mac and she lovin it
- the same colors as Grimace
The state of Arkansas has declared me a menace
Nigga yall
Maxo, Maxo Kream
(got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger)
Clicc Gang, bang
Slug on my neck like aqua (hey)
Plug and connect like
to the front of the line
We're gonna stay by
[Chorus 1]
This one's for North Carolina! C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, and twist is 'round yo hand
Spin
Hey what it is pimpin', Slim Thug 'n' T.I.P.
Doing it B.I.G wit' B.I.G (ye a ye yea)
Y'all understand wut im sayin (hey)
P.S.C. pimpin', y'all
What the hell y'all came here for
If y'all ain't out there on that floor
You asked me to bring it so
I brang you more
Give it to you raw,
Give
What the hell y'all came here for
If y'all ain't out there on that floor
You asked me to bring it so
I brang you more
Give it to you raw,
Give
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
one deep, yeah the only
Do or die, with slugs for the Ruger
Rollin patrollin in a stolen black Cougar
I do my dirt all by my lonely "Hey!" "Hey
(Can I hear an Amen?)
Hey, raise your hands
Yeah, make it manifest
For General Conference (TabCATS!)
From St. Geezy to Ogden
Y'all already know that
itching caging about sexing
Irritated by your yeast infection
She's a lazy hoe, y'all seen her
Sit in her ass all day and watch Jerry Springer
Ten kids
rolling out, and they're sticking up the flag
He jumps out with the sag, "hey where ya from homes?"
It's on, he sees him reaching for his chrome
Buckshot
rolling out, and they're sticking up the flag
He jumps out with the sag, "hey where ya from homes?"
It's on, he sees him reaching for his chrome
Buckshot
clean water
Dirty politics never come clean
Can yall believe this shit 2017
Hey mothafucka I'm real as shit
Everything I'm talkin bout real as, real
Hey yo, call the paddywagon, I've seen a black boy cash stackin'
Smirk on my face screamin', "Fuck the Grand Dragon"
4 the fast cash, we be thinkin' 2
when the people inside are fighting,
for equality rights votes had our necks on ya ropes,
hanging from ya family tree is black blood on your oak,
young
with that gangsta music young
Weezy got that mother fucking gangsta music
Yo so ride to to it y'all
And vibe to it y'all hey and
(I, I, I, don't want you
[Intro - Layzie & Felecia]
[Lay] One shot, niggaz call the cops,
cause there's some pussy ass niggaz round here
[Fel] One shot, hey!
[Lay] Two shots,
the answer, you know
What to do: Link hands, lie
Down, and tie rope by the
Full moon and black skies, plant oak"
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