Lyrics:
it's six hole in your casket
Give me a high five and I'll put that nine lower than your esophagus
Then smack you so hard that you have to come with
Coming down the 'vard
Acting hard, not fraud
Coming through, Poyo gotta yellow broad
Automatic ho, gotta yella ho
Coming through the boulevard, cash, rock
Coming down the 'vard
Acting hard, not fraud
Coming through, Poyo gotta yellow broad
Automatic ho, gotta yella ho
Coming through the boulevard, cash, rock
[Chorus]
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Ridin' by gettin' high
Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English
Rags tied gangs signs Letters
everywhere watchin the show)
(Mi come to rock ya whether you're black or you're white)
(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(You're intrigued by
Am I gonna live till next week?
Will I get shot by a dope fiend,
Tryin to get high, tryin to steal my ring
I really can't say, cause I don't know
On the real five bills.
That's what it does
Boy does she love the way
That I rock on the microphone
Cause I rock it this way
Make up, take up
Break up,
the heat
I don't take it to the heart
I be showing love for free
By design, this is art
High and low I keep it G
Been that way from the start
I hang
five flows
Get me high it's the vibe til' we die I go
I stand like this
I don't bow down low
My heads in the clouds from the loud I smoked
You can jam
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
"Possibly a lot of rain this afternoon, with thunderstorms
Highs in the mid-eighties and lows about seventy-five degrees
It's 11:30 AM on WFDS
gon' be gunplay
HEEEYYY.. I ride wit' a AK, get high and spit five out the AK
Ok, let a nigga play and watch T-Double-D knock ya ass of the free seat
you niggas
What is competition? I'm tryna raise the bar high
Who tryna jump and get it? You better off tryna skydive
Out the exit window of 5 G5
girl you got it I’ll rock you to sleep like
She smoke so lets ride, on Lake Shore Drive, mile high on 55
Im grippin her thighs, more cherry pie, she
above the skyline, miles high, hoping that the
Roaches, rats, and blind mice slide by, unnoticed
9-5, focus on the grind, like your opus
It’s high time
somebody after she touches me
Mami, I'm not your regular nigga; I know the game
But I don't play by the rules; I'm focusing on my moves
That way I will
gunplay
Heeeyyy.. I ride wit' a ak, get high and spit five out the ak
Ok, let a nigga play and watch t-double-d knock ya ass of the free seat
All my dade
of collision
Hit up and roll like a rock
Rhymes is wreckless and the flow is on top
Nobody rocks it quick no more
The beat is still brick
By brick hardcore not
along
Everybody wants a bite
Don't happen overnight
So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large
A big house, five cars, you're in charge
Comin'
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
mother gave birth but she really never had me
Left to the hood to play daddy
Raised by niggas named Butch, Scoot or Bae-Bae
With weight so they weigh
niggas keep talkin'
All you high paid niggas stay fly
I'ma slide left, fly right on by
I'ma do it on the boulevard
Fast bitches, fast cars and stars
what I'm saying
No matter what you just been through
So you want to be a rap superstar
And live large a big house
5 cars, you're in charge
Comin up in
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