Lyrics:
Bitches really like me
Fucking up my white tees
Anaheim 444 wearing Nikes
Open door to the 3rd war feeling feisty
Crush it down pick it off the floor
alone
He was sliding down that learning curve
When he sees a door that he'd never seen before
It had a sign that read like this
It said this place is
Good to go
Only Straight fire
Smoke three more
Out the door
We Get higher
Feeling vibes from my pocket
Evidence of something popping
Snatch my keys up
a loser
And he really hated being that
Lonnie parked the Buick and ran down Pacific St.
It was 12.15 and he wanted to be outside
The Texas School Book
knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
a Porsche with only two doors,
need to upgrade cause you missin some
We just got two different bills, different styles, different sums
Started as a drive-by
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
Lights are turning on
Curtain's lifting up
Trapped in my own mind
And it won't shut up
Loser's paradise
As I ramble on
The sound of my own voice
Is
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
To buy the cops and props and keep the law paid
But here comes the Jack of Spades
Jack, Jack, Jack
Jack, Jack, Jack
(One, two, three)
Break it down
your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I swear
they spin, you freeze in ya souped up paint clean
Fifties, amps, six by nines and thangs
Comin down the block, let my sub straight bang
Like, "Fuck
of forgotten dreams
I out-grew like a pair of worn-out jeans
Peering down the front hall behind this kicked in door
The dust and rain have done a number
Okay
Yea
Watch out for losers they sore
(Hurt)
We as a team on the floor
(Three)
Ballin to run up the score
(Three)
Watch as we run up the score
But as the days and weeks went by
I began to give up hope
Then one morning out of the blue
There came a knock at my door
From a man in a pinstripe
up and down like a U-N-L-V rebel
The answer be amongst us 'cause we rarely dig acoustics
Can't be too much flackin', not too much packin'
You must
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
again
I'm on the E13
With a couple of shots to lick
See feds put the belt buckle across me, quick
Two man up but don't tense
I came out in 2-3, I've been
on their knees)
Wise Man 2: By what name are you calling him?
(Dramatic Holy music)
Mandy: Brian.
Three Wise Men:
We worship you, Oh,
I get Texas Chainsaw Massacre
You will get Freddy Krueger part 6 and
Final Destination part 3
Trust me I'll push your wig back
This ain't a fair clash
the subject
Lately, the way that I been out here packing this heat, had to go and upgrade all my Luggage
Mainstream not putting us on, gotta break down the door
ignore!
V25 Group
(and individual lines by each)
1/2 group 1 & 2
Agreed…
1/2 Group 3 & 4
Here here
All Group
I say we finally ignore
1/2 Group 1 & 2
this
I'm going down in history just like Anubis
These man over thirty promoting shooters
Losers no hopes no futures
Why stand still when you can make
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