Lyrics:
uh
May I? Huh, May I? Uh
May I? Huh, May I? huh (ayy)
Feel like Martin Luther, huh
Except I keep a Ruger, huh
I can't sleep, she on my body
I
No, not on a night like this
Jump in the swimming pool
Say hi to Dino Martin
He's hot to play it cool
Watching the girls go by
Fee, fi, fo, fum
Bobby Martin (keyboards, vocals)
Ed Mann (vibes, marimba, electronic percussion)
Walt Fowler (trumpet, flugel horn, synthesizer)
Bruce Fowler (trombone)
smoke it by the zip (And I smoke it by the zip)
Henny out the bottle, take a sip (take a sip)
Bible verses, with the blunt right on my lip (with the blunt
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
brain
Day by day you by my side
The only way I'm feeling sane
Wishing you were with me
In the moments that you ain't
Wanna make you stay
Even tho I know
High School
But earlier today was quite the
Scene when nearly the entire
Student body walked out of
The school to protest
Trayvon Martin's murderer signs
out my pocket, nigga)
I wake up sparkin' to get
Wild when the streets darken
And playas drinkin' kegs 'til
Y'all niggas beg Martin
You labelled Pah
for justice
Ferguson, rest in peace Mike Brown
And all the young soldiers out there
God help us
Time to take a stand and save our future
Like we all
back
Wale doe they can't fly and they can't rap
Hoes in the telly on the late night
Smoking real good my eyes late flight
She riding now she tryna tell
You might have seen one out in Minnesota
Or maybe down by the sea in Sarasota
But they were made back in Worcester Mass
Of aluminum and bakalite
like the bullets that whizzed by
Running for blocks in the night, but never did die
Things go shaky and I'm sane more lately
But I guess mama
LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it C known, nigga
to get away, but I couldn't get far
Cause the homies had the loop-loop that night at King Park
And I got into a squab, got caught and went to jail
a earthquake
They get all shook up, write a whole book up
Rattin' their connect out
Tellin' where they got the hook up
Got a niggas twenty years talkin'
'bout
Thinking back on it really feeling like it's my fault
Bro I coulda helped
All them days and them nights
I'm looking out for yo call
I just can't accept
All
think he Uncle Ruckus
I left Jimmy, they was spending silly with my budget
And now I'm rolling with some cooler niggas I can fuck with
You by
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
and get naughty
Late nights then coffee
Back seats, hotel rooms
Your house my house to the bedroom
When it’s 10 o’ clock on my iPhone
And that text reads,
and get naughty
Late nights then coffee
Back seats, hotel rooms
Your house my house to the bedroom
When it’s 10 o’ clock on my iPhone
And that text reads,
Well I have been in here for two or three days and they
won't let me out! No. They've left me stuck in this here studio and what can I do but mumble
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