Lyrics:
Small paper forget it, big money I'm with it
I'm smoking good you can smell it though I got hella dough come get it
When you hot the hoes come with
I need Real Money
Not no fake shit
All blue bills you would think I was a racist
Bitch pipe down, stick to the basics
You call that a album it's more
the reds and blues
'Cause I don't like it when you shy
Then if you run out of gas, go get pumped up
I'm gonna be here by and by
Pass them pasteboards
need
Big Bris yeah Big B
Shotout to Rj and shoutout Nicky D
Packs all in they hittin' like creed
Left and right
Break it down like it's some white
We
Landslide Alabama on my way to Savannah
[Chorus]
I said I woke up this morning headache this big!
Pay all these damn bills feed all these damn kids
hair, I give a wink
I scrub him like a window, when the water spray down his head, yeah he been low (Yuh)
Vacuumed the game up you the lint
Hopped on this
think I'll ever touch a daiquiri again."
She gave up and sat down, this time nearer the small table that supported the
Telephone. "Maybe Bill
down, this time nearer the small table that supported the
telephone. "Maybe Bill'll call," she said to Sheila's glance. Sheila nibbled on
a cuticle.
all the teachers like the class of '84
well down low you know that my fidelities go
and I would never hurt a fly with my flip-flops on, got control
even
Low's deep, well socket
And I've never seen a flying hotdog nearly that big
Stay sick or the alternative
Will press till you turn blue
Sid and Nancy
I had a friend named Camble, eat, cheat and steal and gamble
And I guess he tried most ever' thing low down
He was out tomcattin' one night when he
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
Bill Jackson was a poor old dub
Who joined the Darktown Poker Club
But cursed the day he told them he would join
His money used to go like it had
chasin the bills, but having fun still
Raging up the pits; Billy Nasser
Bars too hard, ain't no need fo no Scanner
Laying down the Hammer; Enis Kanter
gonna snake each other
Sleep in cells and get ate by rats
Yeah I got friends that I class as brothers
I dream about sending a lambo
Big fat chain, Rolex
of the loud get 'em OT
Drank by the case, took a pint to the face
Like P. Diddy, Ma$e, remix with the Codeine
Served K-roll to a lame ho, he gon' OD
Big
People switch it up
But you ride the wave
Like ocean blue (Yeah)
Like ocean blue (Yeah)
Love me in the high
Or the low tide
The current pulling me
This last joint we gon' call Conversations
Original produced by DJ Pain, big up bro
So when I sat down to write this joint
I thought about all
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
Shawty sittin low, big thangs poppin,
Tip on da glock from a trip up in Compton.
Shootin at da cops- fuck one time.
I gave her to da block, I fucked one
Fa shizzle dizzle, its the big Neptizzle
With the Snoopy D-O-Double Jizzle!
(Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
C-walk to this (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
Yeah,
Nowhere to go
No place called home nowhere
To live life so big
So right now I'm pinned
Down to the ground taking shots but I just miss
Aye, fuck an honor
(What?)
Ice blue cool, top lip frostbit (Frostbit)
The soundbite Clark Gable on my cable bill
(Damn)
Bill Cosby on my couch out in Nashville
(Tenessee)
Plum
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