Lyrics:
Yeah, huh (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop)
Turn my mic up a little bit (hip hop)
Hit some of this Cali guido (hip hop)
Listen to some motherfuckin',
Hey how you doing
We all gonna be like a bunch of little Fonzi's
What's Fonzi?
He's cool
Meet Mr. International on the runway more than
(Let's go)
Me a fuckin' river, hoe, so you can go show the world how
You are so fuckin' PC, offended by everything and everyone now
All that I
See and hear
forward
Away from the heat of that flame
– Miles Davis
There are two ways of dealing with fear one
Passive, the other active in
The passive mode
We seek
grown tell the lady in the liquor that she's forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin' lose
grown tell the lady in the liquor that she's forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin' lose
wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Did your crib get raided by this little piggy?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Have you ever whooped a nigga til'
Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin' lose
Everything I ever wore was once worn before
Roll with the punches now it's box office numbers
Dressed like Sammy Davis, steamin' my marijuana
Double MGs,
smooth like
with a little bit of Miles Davis to get you in the mood like
zoom boom hit the poom-poom right
Just to get your groove right
I can make it
That's why it's Miles Davis, Kobe, it's Mike time
I keep that GOAT book on the ottoman
And wrote hooks about slaves that was slaughtered in the 1800s
Y'all
like a phone in
A theater and make you silent
Queen Eva will defeat ya by depleting
You energy, so back up, dog
Ryan the Conjurer will abolish
You
the way to lose.
'Twas in the fall of nineteen four--leap-year I've heard them say--
When Hard-Luck came to Hunker Creek and took a hillside lay.
Temper temper little cloud, I thought we were in this together. I gotta another 30 miles to go and you change your mind like the weather. But I know
Willie was my cab
I was hated in the hood Yo by all the mothers
I used to, deliver food Yo my six brothers
Robbing Chinese food man, me and my crew
saying?
Afrika Bambaataa, Miles motherfucking Davis, sister Assata Shakur
Once known as Joanne Chesimard, Robert Townsend, Nelson Mandela
Karreem
bars than the penal system, flowing from by brain through my veins
Like hormones through my adrenal system
I grow these little rappers up trying to fuck
Horn with a rifle by his side
Through the hills of Wyoming he would ride
There ain't no tellin' how many cattle thieves he killed
But it was God help
of your leap but I was out of my mind
That girl met her in a sun dress
Top down he hair in a wild mess
Sweet smile singing to the summer on sixty miles
soon as my hustle got good I showed out
Quick to jump I-24, come back with plenty mo'
By '97 I was smoking perfect o
The chains and the Willie Esco
that leap with me
I've been up and down the same avenues
I've been suckered by the same creeds
But we all have different tales to tell
You can take that
stoppage, a lot of shots man this so cyclical
And the pigs Baron Davis, they be banging with them clippers
They seem to have a problem if your skin a little
hard sleep
Hey yo pardon me
You seen that Miles Davis documentary?
That man look ya pops though
Yea you aint lying bro
I love to study greatness
It makes
hall crowd
As boots stir the dust on the floor
At the bar they're playin' old Willie and Whalen
As beers disappear by the score
But hangovers I'll bet
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