Lyrics:
Knock a nigga on his ass like
A game of musicals chairs
Spin the bottle so I can see
Who these bullets kissing first
Bottle landed back on you in
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The video was made by Ezell Ford's cousin
KCAL 9 Elsa Ramon is live tonight in Mission Hills
where she's been talking to the Los Angeles Police Protective
fun, I can tell by who I'm gettin' dough from
Bottom of the bottle
Bottom of the bottle
Bottom of the bottle
Bottom of the bottle
I just got
[Verse 1]
It's a world of life we live in
But that's not all that must be said
We've been facing protests due to a crime that the police led
peace in a liquor bottle
Influenced by congruence shit keeps me together
Not a sight to see I'm a nuisance
I had a couple chances and I blew it
So I
the moon starts to shine
You bring the weed, we'll bring the whiskey in a bottle
Pass it all around until it's all gone then
We'll put a message in
image in parchment
Rose into a scroll holding a message for you
It said the only thing for sure is taxes, death, and trouble
The anomaly sworn solemnly
thoughts and my prayers to Cape Town
But I had to get back to weighing kilos on the scale
Knowing I'd be in jail for another man's betrayal
Police attempt
the storms the waves lash against our hearts
Sending out my message in a bottle out to you
I’ll toss a life vest to you that I hope you’ll hold
say I'm losing my mind
Baby please come back
Polices is standing right outside
Baby please come back
I'm dancing to our song by myself
Baby please come
after night
I travel farther
By the lights of the street lamps
And the police sirens
I find my way back
From the streets of pain
All conversations
They
I'm relyin
On a door to be open, goin in the building, it's a trap!
Police buckin at me, they try to twist my dome back
Jetted up the staircase
Arrested by these aggressive police
My message speaks for itself you can check my next release
My message is deep
Understand my intentions when I mention
to stack it
Different colors in my rubber band
I'm far from average
Different bitches switchin' by the day
My pistol clappin'
Think it's time to see
the murder weapon, plus I'm relyin'
On a door to be open, goin' in the building, it's a trap
Police buckin' at me, they try to twist my tongue back
Jetted
to a great young nigga
No complaining just doing what it take young nigga
I was raised in a decade of hate young nigga
Always dodging polices because they hate
nigga
Always dodging polices because they hate young niggas
And we hate them too, 38 in him shoe
All the changes the system will take him through
He
an erection for it
Like go to Vegas, fight police, not get arrested for it
The smoke, I'm runnin' to it, trouble with and devoid
And, hell, they blow it in
Even ducked a gun, Nintendo Duck Hunt
I ducked police, I had to run
Meanwhile, when you get old you might become futile
My old style is a rough of my
I've been lost at sea for a minute
Got a little bottle maybe there's a message in it
See the current take a couple people who weren't swimming, hope
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
died of overdose
We got P's in da trap
Leave dey ass lit like a stove
Police steady taking pics
Gotta switch up da clothes
Niggas be flodgin
Niggas out
Nursery
School to be a head doctor, oh!
I’m that message in the bottle that
You read but didn’t follow
Now yo head is filled with hollows
And you layin’ in
Message in a bottle
Let me get a swallow
Fillin' up my cup
Section full of models
And we goin' up like it's a Tuesday
Drankin' 'til I'm woozy
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