Lyrics:
Yeah, On the last few days of L.A. I got taken into, um, this guys house
And he was sponsored by an alcohol company, quite a few actually
And uh,
by the bars
The hearing is ours, I am the one
I feel like Chris Bosh, ducking the SWAT
Girl bye, I'm in the car
Call you Kanye, you wouldn't get far
outta school how I move right between hoods
Hearing drive bys and sirens had a nigga shook
It took some time but that sound sorta ended up becoming white
coachin' us on
Yo, it's kill or be killed
Understand, real'll be real
A forty-shot spectrum make your whole embassy kneel
Identity sealed, protected by
coachin' us on
Yo, it's kill or be killed
Understand, real'll be real
A forty-shot spectrum make your whole embassy kneel
Identity sealed, protected by
My name is Marsh and this world, I'm out of it (out of it)
'Cause with all this A-B-C shit, I'm startin' to sound like ALF a bit
Ha, I kill me,
everything it should -
If you haven’t heard, it’s kinda absurd, just how cereal brings the goods.
With Vitamins ABC, it’s so tasty – yeah, that’s just how we
Artist/Band Jaheim
Song title Could It Be?
Album
Submitted by Terronald
Lyrics Huh, uh yeah
Bout to put it to 'em
With some ghetto slick shit, heh
teaches the kids to do their ABC's
Like damn, Elmo be thugging for real
Turned on PBS, he had gold in his grill
I was gonna change the channel up on the TV
Watchin' Half Baked,
At the cabin by the Lake.
See the blue and white plates,
See the wood on the panel.
I may be Chanel Oat, Chilly O, Flannel Coat .
B.I.G, look
The universe been throwing me all the signs except stop it
Niggas been plotting on me, but here's the plot twist
I can't throw fists no
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I get it nine in tha mornin' by night it just plastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I'm fresh
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
So now they got us laced
Two multi millionaire muthafuckas catchin' cases
Bitches get ready for the throw down
The shits about to go down
Uhh,
keeping it ten toes
Get to the money I'm getting it ten fold (boo-boo-boom)
Yeah we shattered your windows
Step by step,
I'm in the field and I move like
twistin' them caps
We all millionaires that be
Stealin' in stores
I don't pay for no G Unit's
I just walk out the door
This ain't no funny money this
Here
Yeah,
Yeah yeah
You know how we rolling n****
Soooo
Pull out an ounce and I start the party
My girl she badder than Lori Harvey
Get to the money I'm
you do that I call it dope boi magic
I get it nine in tha morning by night it just plastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I'm fresh ta death
throw in a DVD!
We can save the world this Christmas time by giving it all away
Even if it's more than you can pay
It's a tax write oooooff!
Is there
She stay home alone watching DVD’s
Said she git her own but she feelin me
Used to think the kitchen where she’s supposed to be
But she know better
Alright (Alright)
One last time
Woh, woh
Let's be wise about this
Okay, okay
Third take
Let's just do it how I wanna do it
Um, um
Kay, kay
Well I
figures
With the attitude of greatness all they teach is basics
Like a abc's and how to grow up to be racist
This world is gettin' real this is true see in
It is not about lyrics anymore
It's about a hot beat and a catchy hook
If we gotta dumb down our style and A-B-C it
Then so be it, 'cause nowadays
ain't talk right
They ain't talk right
Talkin' but it's all lies
Written by DvD (David Finch)
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