Lyrics:
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
Ok let’s do the the math
Seven days out the week I’m writing to a new beat
Multiplied by the funk that got ya movin' ya feet
Yo girl looking more
Sometimes I'm walking by myself, talking to myself
Sometimes I'm talking to myself, talking to myself, yea
Everybody's trapped in dreamland
Dark
is like hangin' yourself at a.....
I know you thought I'd be locked up
Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now
Got up wit' JD doh', crazy
the zone
When I drink, mix the clear with the brown
They say, Chino, he crazy he wild
And I know they want me to calm down
I been walking on tracks tryna
The minister, sinister
(I ain't no devil)
Ten snakes circle and scoundrel Sam level
This track to smack, the smile off a doubter
The brother's, another M.C.
The minister, sinister
(I ain't no devil)
Ten snakes circle and scoundrel Sam level
This track to smack, the smile off a doubter
The brother's, another M.C.
didn't do it I can't fuck with it
NWA is like a mix a fix a trix
Real niggas with big dicks
You're takin' a chance when you think that
Talkin' under
Whipped'em like butter
I do's it for the single Mothers, gangsters and hustlers
Mix Mike, Uncle Connie wish you was here
They said I wouldn't succeed now boy
off all the mud
For you, the tracks I lay me down to sleep
I meditate on your view and hop right into our discussion
It's some things I want to do with
know it's true
I'm the mack and the (?) from the big Oak Town
Laying track by track that vicious sound
All you sucker MC's hating my face
Even though
unashamed
Look i remember watching videos by Hype Will
Thinking I could do that if I had a nice deal
But the precedent is MC's dead believe
They take
by your track how you losing it
Young nigga handle ya shit
Young nigga handle ya shit
225 On dash I can't relax
I'm riding high
I swerve the curb
didn't do it I can't fuck with it
NWA is like a mix a fix a trix
Real niggas with big dicks
You're takin' a chance when you think that
Talkin' under
Are with me right now? And so I told him, I was like
I'm gonna give you extra credit if you get up there and do a rap
Because he writes music (Did
wait, who are you?
I'm the voice in your head and who am I?
You're the only person left not dead
And what do you mean by "dead?"
I MEAN "DEAD" "Dead?"
shoot
Flow see cheese then I smile too, Drop bombs, Explode shit, Boom
Thoughts run deep, they go rogue
Off-track, wheels off the road
But the will to do
evil than men do.
Nasty off the head and with the pen too!
Now I'm pissed
Easy to rhyme on tracks like this
The more things change
The more they
that
Let me slit that shit in the six pack
Let me mix that shit in the track for the kick back
It's not a drop, this a money clip
You gotta rock,
that
Let me slit that shit in the six pack
Let me mix that shit in the track for the kick back
It's not a drop, this a money clip
You gotta rock,
I'm in the building with all of my niggas you know that I knew 'em from way way back
These niggas all in the same race track I was just trynna make
punk gives kids the option of joining a peer group that doesn't use drugs
Yeah
Punk Hippy
Dear music, I don't know if I can do it
Ash on the track bitch
'm focused right
Controller see I gotta mix this right
And then I'll find out if the uuns is tight
I said, easy, easy, baby please me
Like when she's mad
of online clout
Perfect people don't become perfect by putting other people down
Take a look
I made do with the hand I drew
Still blows my mind how much I
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