Lyrics:
this high before I don't have no deja vu
Got a new plug he be fronting me p's so i might play tennis by the way i be serving
Shooter got dreads imma call
Richard Millie on my wrist building these bricks survived by the means
I 2 3 5 to the 6 how e dey be ya vibing to Tripp's
Sometimes they tell me no
She said my money got bigger gave Richard a call
Put a million on my wrist its really pissing Em off
This cold weather got em hot I never Withered in
gon' die real
Get high up in the Hills and take you out them high heels
My trust is on you, so how that make you feel?
(Just play it back Frisco, just go
Jell-O (Jell-O)
Lightskin, yellow (yellow)
Black hair by the Regis and Pello (Pello)
I got her squirtin' in the cream (uh)
I put the Perky in my lean
on the dash roll a dolla do a line
pump RBL's maybe 1 2 3
or the funky shit by the I.M.P
now im high like a motherfucking jet
fuck a 9 to 5 im a juke on the set
a contact high, my name buzzin'
And I came in the game with nothin', stop frontin' nigga
Talk shit now
The year of the Blacksmith is not defined by any
just like Shaft
A character played by who? Richard Roundtree
The only difference, my guns are sound-free
Silencers ring off then wisp by
Then all you
on the field.
COMMENTATOR 2:
Ha ha! It sure can. This rivalry goes back years, Tom. Theres gonna be plenty of high intensity action, big plays and some serious
Drinking forty ounces
Facing the Sun
Trying to get drunk
Had to tap the shoulder of a bum
Under 21 way too young for liquor
Lectured on that by dad
You can't earn the easy coasting free pass
I see through your wine glass or red bull and vodka
You said wow me well I shocked you
By trading Al Jeff
by być high high high jak Burdż Chalifa
Moje osiedle nie znało litości jak bandyta
Choć moje serce jest pełne miłości jak Marika
Warszawa była dzika
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
Long checks,long chips, long dick and rubber
Come roll with a pimp or gangsta
Hustler by nature
Trust that I'll take ya
I'll show you the rules
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
of thinking
That was the worst of the crimes
By the time they killed Ms. Bonnie
She had already died 3 times
A full moon was flyin’
The wind was high
[Chorus: Mr. Probz]
My feet are tired
And the pain shows
There's such a long way to go now
Such a long way to go
Gotta be strong
By myself now
with my aunts in the back
I'm a little nigga now saying "Why they acting like that?"
Coming out all high and laughy off some Richard Pryor tapes
and u gettin on my nerves
N*gga everything's a go
Yeah my n*ggas gettin high but we get it on the low
That's why yo shit movin slow
When yo team makin
imitations
Misleading information
GMO Rappers wit their Artificial flavoring
Shackled by the chain call it Record label slavery
The game Sho'll is ugly that's
whatever we gotta do to get by
All a nigga really wanna do is get high
Let a nigga talk and you could hear all the lies
Gotta stay focused don't play with
Toxic
Written by Oliber Rodriguez & Richard c Santana
-Hook-
I got that toxic p***y
The bite dont bark no p***y
He might just eat the p***y
Bon
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
Alpine
Put the coke on the dash roll a dollar do a line
Pump RBL maybe 1,2,3
Or the funky shit by the I.M.P.
Now I'm high like a motherfuckin jet
Fuck a 9
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