Lyrics:
that's my fault
Ayo by law
By law, by law
Guess I'm just a real nigga by law
Getcha, getcha, getcha hands high low, high low
Still gotta ride
along on tour
Just to have a good time
Or paying Calamity Jane five-thousand
Dollars to be heckled
By twenty thousand macho boys in Argentina
Or asking my
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
I'm too high for you to get me now
22 years on top so you could never forget me now
There's no way to shut me down
Rock and roll with the lion if
the streets and spread like a disease
Neighborhoods infected then misdirected
It ain't no cure and it's hard to correct it
Bless by the most high cursed by
where the spliffs at
Im in the five so you know where the blicks at
Reach by ya hip and that’s where you get hit at
Gats in the bayou So You know they
up in the sky
Stuck inside your office rock a suit and rock a tie
I be in the studio and that's a nine to five
Tell my friend that I love 'em when I
sleep
I’m the sweat on your face complaining you can’t breathe
Call me the Grim Reaper a savage a soul keeper
Rather chill by myself then rock with
Chorus: Lil Caesar
One two y'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
*repeat x2*
One two y'all, uh, uh
Easy livin, bitches
Absolut, for those who can't afford the Goose
Malibu, coconut rum, Amaretto sour, coke & rum
We gettin' drunk, Hennessey, V.S.O.P
Age in the barrel,
Hoping my blessings don't go by
I'm thanking him that I'm still here
Cause plenty nights I wanted to die
I'm rolling up this three point five, cause plenty
a problem couldn't get A grades
Five different high schools in four years so I got used to change
Two niggas capped out on my steps you could go any day
Get
the values high and KG could get got
By the deadline the headlines until then are stock
But the kool aid is overflowing cups and crocks
To the standers by this
High Life
Rich Gang
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (D-Rock, D-Rock, Rich Gang)
You know we started at the bottom
We had to come up with a plan, we had
ROCK THE HOUSE
Well a flash is on the news breakin' bad at 5
I gotta take it on the road and try and catch it live
Maybe I have to say kinda
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 never lose
See I can tell by your
Sprinkler
Wet me for one, Mr. Sprinkler
I'm heatin' high-five in a daze, no split
With a yawn I trip to the dawn
Out comes the bodies following the one
rude boy shit, criminology lefit
Legalize dude to get me mega-rich Selassie I
We can all get by if we unify
Gettin' chinky eye off the stimuli,
fuckers stayin' mad
Bastard, I'm a Snow, just like what we writing in
I get high and ride dragons just to come home again
We in the stu', too high to even
seat
You ever come my way, it's 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
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
Grabbed the beat
Looped it up
Saw my check
Scooped it up
Rock ignition
Got to listen
Change position
Start transmission
Point the camera
Click
Sprinkler
Wet me for one, Mr. Sprinkler
I'm heatin' high-five in a daze, no split
With a yawn I trip to the dawn
Out comes the bodies following the one
landscape, of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority
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