Lyrics:
by the name of Gas
These brothers made you get loose
They was down with a brother called Cousin Bruce
They used to jam in the center
You had to pay
EVERY NIGHT WITH YOU IS LIKE A FRIDAY NIGHT
I GET SORT OF COCKY WHEN YOU'RE BY MY SIDE
THAT'S WHY I'M WEARIN' YELLOW GLASSES HOME IN THE LIGHT
I KNOW
won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man (what?)
We killin' New York, even in Compton they understand
I'm on the block where you was
like a peacock
I saw her dancing in the club with her new outfit
Her hair and her nails did show me love
Ya man say he got good green show me some bud
Still gainin' weight and we 'bout to go tourin'
We really rich niggas, we hop in the foreign
Nigga you play and get shot by the mornin'
Spray a whole
these be the charms
Sheba, King Tut suite at the Khalifa
Tied to a chair getting burned by cohibas
A well dressed thug who run clubs in the Koreas
Chya, Wap!
Uuuh, ya know, ay this beat kinda... kinda reminds me of candy
Not that Aaron Carter shit though... I want candy
Face Wap, get that guap,
debt
Sefa
Let me get this senorita
Ivan Dr8ko
Nice to meet ya
Girl you a baddie
I fuck with you heavy
Put nine in a opp
Have them thinking they fifty
I'm
room lemme make my boast
I'm feeling cocky like ahhh
What a relief it is to be in Jesus
The just live by faith, take that for thesis
Ima sing his praises
Project HighJump,
Uh
Go throwing out ya demo,
Needle dropping while the suits listen in they limos,
Project HighJump,
Uh,
The admiral ya new host,
2:
Swear the ones who
Grow up poor
Grow up hungry wanting more
Why would ya
Break ya back just to get a foot in a
Door
That wouldn’t feel bad if
Yo, this sound like some movie shit right?
Get ya popcorn, get ya condiments, you dont wanna miss nothin, ok listen
[Verse 1]
They call me Edward
broke will make ya fall astray
But I got a better grip on myself
So I avoid gettin' played short like a elf
Bust her side bust her in the head
That
Try to resist, all the bad things all around you
If you taste them, they will haunt you
So come, take me by the hand, we'll leave this troubled
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the ep along by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
system shutting down all communications
To your ya bodily functions Handicapping your defenses
Swiftly attacking your unit, Neutralizing MC's
By
I made this video with my phone
I made this video with no help
I had to do it I was in my zone
If you want it, go and get it by yourself
No excuses,
Mary Jane, Mary Jane, Mary Jane
You're always in my brain and you help me ease the pain
'Cause when you're not around I just don't feel the same
one, gun by my side as I mob through the beach
On a mission and I'm fishin' for my DJ Warren G
Now I as I look for the bud sack
And see where my loves
hear you so come a little closer
Caught by the joker, he got closer
Put you in his car and he flipped it right over
Got you feeling sick just like
retired
Niggas washed up like I took ya to the cleaners
Marvens pulled up in a beemer
We both single double teamed her
Never texted or called her ether
You
Jamie Foxx I'm Tom Cruise and in this cab ride
Elimnatin' every perpe-hater that I pass by
'cept the only difference is all who go against Cham die
A slow
OooooOoo
Gotta Stay Alive
By any means you don't wanna fall victim to the streets
When I was sitting in that cell with that case pending
Dealing with
matrix in ya mental
Tap in ya potential
But damn, ya souls up for rental
Breaking a pint by the 4
With 3 dimes on the road
But they always be chuggin'
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