Lyrics:
stang (if you know what I mean)
Ohh what a sourpuss...
Nothin' but a sourpuss
Sour (p-you-s-s) sour (p-you-s-s)...
I step to the rear guess what did I
Well I just flip it to the wrong shit
The team that I belong to
Tha artists I put on wit
Don't ever ask for nothin cause them niggaz got they own shit
We just havin' fun wit it
Yea yea cover 3 they see me back in my zone
Yea don't let that go over ya head by the way
We gone get to it
Cover 3 they
of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
you're from
Cause where I'm from, niggas pack nothin' but the big guns
Around my way, niggas don't got remorse for out-of-towners
Come through fronting
to start a war, but it's been done before
Almost like deja-vu with a sick twist to
An artform with warts torn, worn down, then run through
But don't gimme
to cry when I see 'em
'Cause they remind me of seein' her
These the times that I needed her
Most 'cause I feel defeated
And not by nothin' but myself
My
nothin', but I am
I came a long way from smokin' a gram
I smoke out the pound, I smoke up an ounce
That thirty minute smoke, that shit is so loud
I'm
talkin' down, but I'm steady gettin' buckets
Body slimmin' down, but my pockets gettin' chubby
Bet you see me now when I'm stuntin' out in public
Do you
Way Back by Hi-Lite Real
Verse 1:
Flashback way back To the 1990s
Birthday party at my aunt Phil house
Sweet spring time weather cooling out in
me your purse, cause I'm hella hungry, nah I'm sayin
Really though I'm going super saiyan, now I'm playin Without the blonde hair, life ain't fair
But
I've decided he's grumpily, by my discovery
5'9 is tryna be somebody
The upper echelon recognizes by his redundancy
Hov took you off Renegade like it
Yea
Eatup
Yea
How you claim you ah killa but ain't got no bodies it's up wen you see me is that right
I be deep in the trap had tah run up a sack now
and your whole gridlocked
Little shit, supported the beef
Fly Pierre couldn't tell me nothin' with a brand new beard
Couldn't wait, but kept survivin'
rug to plug me
He shook my hand and hugged me; thought he would do me ugly
but he dug me, pockets chubby said, "Nino where them drugs be?"
Over there by
struggling
I ain’t have nothin n still made a route
But Fuck it
I was taught real men don’t count favors
If I call a man my brother I gotchu in all cases
Treat
your love I always drown
And these feelings got me down
Chasin' love around and round'
Nothin' left but you and I had nothin' left to do
And I had
Yo bro, I think I had too much Hennessy, man
This Hennessy getting to me
I ain't gon' lie, I'm a little smizz
I'm a little drizz
But we in
fuck with stock hats
I get it by any means, rockin Balenciaga with custom jeans
I could fuck ya whole team but I'd rather sleep
And I got her all on her
couldn't see the plot twist
Magnificent purposes, you could tell by the Letterman
I'm turned up on medicine
I'm still streamin', pussy nigga, show me
(pass them by)
But it doesn't mean a thing
Cause Grand Puba got that game so won't cha, let me try (let me try)
Now just because I drive a Mercedes Benz
nothin' but the blues
And I think I'm, I think I'm pretty glad about that
Cause don't nobody sing to me like Lucille, sing Lucille
Well, I'll put it
self
A wink of his eye and twist of his head
Soon gave me the note, I had nothing to dread
He spoke not a word
But went straight to his work
And filled
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