Lyrics:
of dame
Brown eyes like i made the fame
Blood on the grin
All of my dogs know i'm dialed in
Sliming her out
Without a doubt blocking the hate that They tout
nigga fuckin' garbage
Niggas know that I'm the hardest
I swear I'm the hardest that ever recorded
See me I do my thang, I'm in my own lane
If your money
the exit, indeed
You gotta know you're thoroughly
Respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver
You got your own '96 somethin' to ride
And keep
and
Imagine somebody say "That's your son dead" and
See us
We do the crime, we do the time
You get away scott free
So the police they gon' pop you for they
and precise
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The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin'
Bust a move to my groove work your body do
green ogre
I felt alone, no family, no Fiona
Just a brown paper bag with a 40 on the corner
Dawg, these streets hotter than a sauna
Keep playing in these
started by the school, not far from the Apollo
My "fuck tomorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo
Escobar the desperado, word to Cus D'Amato
Gotta
Peace
By the way, you heard the record that I did wit your peeps?
It's love, Buffy the Beatbox, Moore Spurgs, Scott Larock
Dyin' 4 rap, for love
yeah)
Meet me by the moon (right)
Half past dusk (fuck that)
Back from the dust, Cut Throat
He loves them drugs and guns
Jump in the cut, got about
to hear the profound brown vomiter
Absorb the sonic energy manifestin' through your monitor
The livin proof, I make the truth sound clear
Mr. Man, in
owed
You know it's not what yo country can do for you
It's what you can do for your country
Keep that in mind boy, keep that in mind
I don't know, I
his gun permit
Sean Bell Walter Scott
Man I’m sick of it
Mike Brown got blamed for being hostile
Left him laying in the street
You know that shit was
Yo, niggas surprised when they open they eyes
Thick in the thighs wasn't part of they plan
Not just his bitch, I'm like his main man
Act shifty, your
the heater right by her side
Aiyyo, so what the deal Dogg, tell me
Keep it real Dogg
Niggas seem to the brain, how you feel Dogg?
Nigga I'ma ride, set it up,
get lost in the muddy
I might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy
Where's the love if you love me?
And the sky keep on callin', the drugs I keep
the fuck from me
Young dummies, uh, realest
Richest nigga in my town
Yeah, if you ain't come with your
Pistol then get from 'round here
Cause I'm the ref
of those whom your eyes look down upon that Allah will not bestow any good on them
Allah knows what is in their inner selves as regards belief
If I did
stop
Come alive y'all gimme what you got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in
Ayy, by my authority, watch this flex
Ayy, got the color wheel shining on this crest
Ayy, great Scott they dread I'm off the chain
Ayy, got a perfect
with money by the grand to expand
Downtown living in my city keep your eyes on the jakes and snakes
Their looking gritty short rounds bursting with no
the water line
I can see it in your eyes
That you're mine, all mine
Ankle deep in the clear blue
You're so fine
I never ever thought I'd feel like this
I
stop
Keep it comin'
Keep on comin' for more
It's that brown man from long islandin' shores
Got a way with women, so I get away with yours
on the stand
But I love it when she call me by my rapper name
She say go head and get the money just don’t ever change
I got the volume to the max I’m riding in
back
'Cause damn, girl, we sure had something
Baby blue Chevy by the river runnin'
Tennessee stars, whiskey brown eyes
Dancin' in the dark, singin'
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