Lyrics:
riding with firearms cocked
Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block
Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by
it's ye long
LAMONICA
One for the block
Two for the drop
Three for the trap
Live from Marvin's home
Let's go
Let's get it on let's get it on
KID from
the strings
If it's ye long
LAMONICA
One for the block
Two for the drop
Three for the trap
Live from Marvin's home
Let's go
Let's get it on let's get it
who don't know I go by Slaydro
Ready, set, go
I take one to the dome like Pablo Esco
Germinate the seed then just let it grow
Then harvest like
been on my mind
I just wanna get a little time
Can I get a little peace and quiet
Fast forward I ain't heard of Jack in a minute
Surrounded by fake
you gon get your shit split
Middle of the map and nigga finna snap
And let em know the area continue to kill em forever, we on
Better be strong
And I'on't let a door open
Wit'out walkin thru it so if it close on me
It's while I'm walkin to it
So when I get there I'mma
Kick it off the hinge
Make myself
have to say is so very important to our relationship
Why is it that every time we go out on the town, we get around our friends?
Man, you're always
gimmicks
It's kinda foul to see that what
We do is all image but I really live this
Jimi Hendrix 'till my lyrics hit 'em
Then Bob Dylan asked why I
Ain't
money is the code of the streets
Live by it, and they say the hotter the bullets, the colder the streets
Like the older the hammer, the older the beef
come get exposed
But don’t hold us liable for you and yours
You know we get live if you feeling bold
You know they gone vibe when they hear this song
!!!...
Chorus
I drunk it, I drunk it, damn it worked, who'd a'thunk it
Courage in a bottle, 2 shots down yup, I done it
Didn’t let the chance go by, I
I'm walking through the mall and I'm high as the sun
And I swear this bitch's ass is looking like a cin-a-bon
And then I go and get a pretzel from
We already got the party started
I'm bout to go in and rap so let me get started
On the way to the booth I lay the red carpet
The way I parted my
was real
Turns out you a phony
And I don’t want no clonies
So I won’t let you get to know me
I don’t know
Where you go
When you leave me all alone
much ghetto, death crime, lives haphazard
No time unless you buy it with pound or get lucky
No dimes to go round unless you're born wealthy
Enough food
tryna get high? (Whoa whoa)
Who tryna get by? (I'm stoned)
Which one of y'all bi?
Bad females, keep 'em all in line (Let's go)
Either they gon' stay in
and Ike’s
That shit hit like Mike Tyson’s right
My shit smack Joe Jackson Five
Prescriptions like its Mike and Ike’s
I can’t do no 9 to 5
Fuck a dike I might
go the juice, yea, a nigga got them the jams
Christo to the Amp, I just wanna get the bands
Tynna get a hunnid grand, times that by ten
Wait, hol' up,
I'm discreet go hard when I'm raving
I'm discreet go hard when I'm raving
Get up and put my ps in the caymans
Not fair life's not fair don't play
it ain't a day I let a nigga leech
Motivation dedication that's all I know y'all
Get ya paper see ya later that's how it go dog
I'm new water too
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
we're gonna live our lives
I mighta saved you, you saved Joe
I think fate introduced, me to this kind soul
Can we go back to to the days, let's travel
to the suites, anywhere we can meet
Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet
Worldwide, get swept away by the tide
By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride
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