Lyrics:
Hey huh yeah
Know what this sound like
Its that grand caliber
K E V I N P
Walk around smooth but he don't P I M P
The tone ladies love stand clear
These niggas can't hold me back
Member passing by the houses in the cul-de-sac
Thinking "how uh nigga gonna get uh hold of that
Thinking how to gain
writin on the wall,
When you see J3T,
30 deep he's down to brawl,
Fuck all haters I see,
Cuz I hate that you breathe,
I see you duck,
You little punk,
You
To take a trip
Never coming back
The energy
I don't fuck with that shit
In the six
Making movies
And we filming cliques
Holiday in my season
I'm taking
Bouncing in the back of the shop
Got a 15 inch j, make you slip like a mop
Ounces with the liquor on the top
Take a sip take a puff then lean and bop (2x)
trying to be her man
And how the sound of that just sounds so right
He makes her laugh and he makes her smile
He makes fun of her ever once in a while
it by the pound
I hate these sneaky bitches, always tryna sneak around
I got them real steppas who shhh don't make a sound
I'm with Martin on the side
for that busta shit
By the time I was 9, seen a bunch of shit
Lost more homies than a Iraq vet
Niggas skipping on groceries to buy that Tec
Lost a few
for that busta shit
By the time I was 9, seen a bunch of shit
Lost more homies than a Iraq vet
Niggas skipping on groceries to buy that Tec
Lost a few
And now the mellow sounds of Jimmy Early
I meant you no harm
I never meant to make you cry
You were the only one I've ever loved in my life
brother he feel he the one to blame
Looked into his eyes he'll probably never be the same
Not looking for no sympathy that's not why I make music
Was
song,
Fuck!
Sound by morning,
I really think we should rebook it,
Its not the same with just a drummer and guitarist,
J for Judas
4 2 8 is
everything's okay
And I hear you say the words
That you're always here for me
You're the one I've always looked up to
And the sound of your voice makes me smile
will make your nose grow like pinnochio
Since I was only 15 I had to listen
To what was said for my parent was a christian
I went to school and saw all
vibe, see people bet full time
On my rhymes, deserve the slide
Observ I cross quickly the first line
I win for us, one song by week
No need to say that
think they went that-aways
Your song and dance team
Heading home for the holidays
With the Ragpicker's dream on
His knees like a fighter
leave or stay?
So I guess that this is starting over
Back to when I was your four-leaf clover
Don't make a sound
This is the part where I let you,
right at ease
Safe and sound
When I walk into the room
Seeing faces that I know
Everybody just assumes
I'm just going with the flow
But what they can't
jail, who knew it came with prison?
Just 'cause you got an opinion does that make you a politician?
Bush robbed all of us, would that make him a criminal?
get starstruck
Until I get starstruck
Because it's different when you're trying to make it
You notice the people been faking
The people that have been
Sarge throw it up
And I’ma catch it off the glass
I’m just being honest
But it sound like a brag
I don't take long in the yo I’m fast
Play the beat
be cats with no conscious
No nonsense niggas, with no options
That know how to carry that rock
make the hand-off, and run off the block
It's hard
the sound
Yeah, somethin' like that
But it all depends on the size of the gat
Takin' out a police would make my day
But a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck
the sound
Yeah, somethin' like that
But it all depends on the size of the gat
Takin' out a police would make my day
But a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck
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