Lyrics:
world by
Myself and butt naked)
Nigga it's time for the re-up
Since everybody wanna be us, then G up
Blaze the motherfuckin' weed up
Everywhere we go
some gigs and carts,
Led by some farmers with lightness in their hearts.
"These are but the shadows of the things that have been"
Said the spirit: "We
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Or just let it slip
Yo
Remote is ready, eyes wide palms are sweaty
there's Flintstones on the TV all ready, Wilma and Beatty
No virgin, I'm channel
you, at the same time want to see you crumble
We gon' hustle rain or sunshine, love to see us rumble
[ VERSE 1: Mr. Mike ]
We out the do', you know
How do I contact
I had a dream about tending my garden
Georgia boy country boy born to be a farmer
I'm hauling mulch so just hit up my pager
If she
making sanctions
I gave them bricks now play tetris
FATAL VERB
Rhyme specialis /write between the lines , blind the naked eye, appealing to the greater
This is just too real
Two real eyes is
This is just too real
Two real eyes is
On the run
Fled the country
I got a gun
Not a junky
You got to love me
Shorty walkin'
Make your eyes jump out the sockets
She got money out of all my pockets!
Wiggle then move (wiggle then move)
Wiggle then move (wiggle
walkin'
Make your eyes jump out the sockets
She got money out of all my pockets
Wiggle then move
(Wiggle then move)
Wiggle then move
(Wiggle then
I ain't playing with this spit
Never afraid to take a risk
Like I'm naked in the whip
Used to pass around disks
Got em paying for my mix
I've been
could, but they go blind by it
Look in the sky and I see Africa's eyes in it
The land is dry like the cry infinite
The tear we shed grow to fruit til'
the tree tops and they slammed into the ground
When he opened up his eyes he knew he had to get help now
So he ran
His boots came off his feet somehow
grandmama
Look what they made me do
Swipe a zip from under they nose
That's why I'm late to school
Eyes devil red but my clothes
Carolina baby blue
Had
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
they ask me
What I keep a pistol fo'? I say
Without it I feel naked as a stripper ho
Thats how it is when you was
Raised by some triple OG's
The first
label
If I did this whole rap game be unstable
Went over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the change of neighbors
It's only fair that we share those
out all them other dudes I don't
Then one by one they started comin' over to perform
And someone played "Temptation" on kazoo
Nellie got as naked
Just bring the liquor; there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way); let me stop by the store
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro,
Attack you from the blind side, invisible
To the naked eye
Where them criminals
Better have your 8 essential vitamins and minerals
The wu is coming
madly for her
Miss van Tassel's father's name was Baltus
And he was a very wealthy farmer
His land stretched as far as the human eye could see
And to put
sold coke on these
Streets, man, hash, weed, heroin
As long as niggas is feeling it
A nigga like me could hustle it
(Griselda, by Fashion Rebels)
Sentence should now-now be pronounced
I'll ask that you stand for sentence, please
Mr. *** it is the sentence of the court
That your custody be
Just bring the liquor; there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way); let me stop by the store
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro,
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