Lyrics:
out for your tails
Like a poison sold on demand
Like a hard chance
Like a pig tail
I walked my self away
Well, baby I'm talked about
And I
frontin
I was raised here and I live here
Drive to the lake, speed in the 5th gear
I get paid here, sip on some great bear with my same peers and my kin
(Let's go)
Know a nigga can't stand me (Stand me)
Smokin' on gas, real weed (Real weed)
Mix the Sprite with my codeine (Codeine)
Glock-40 gon' hold
Cause I'm trapped out
Twerkin' with the clique
I got kicked up by my uncle house
Cause I left a bundle out
Mail em to my cousin house
Serve it my baby
these want to-be bad guys
Made loot, many G's, bought a crib where I live
Told my kids, "yo, damn, that I'm a fugitive"
Runnin' from the streets
with the flavors in the Vernon? (uh-huh)
Got _One Life to Live_, _As the World Keeps Turning_ (yeah)
More, take a draw, then react to contact (uh)
A buzz
(Let's get out of here, that guy is crazy)
(Ma-) (Ma-) (Ma-) (Maniac)
[ VERSE 6: Willie D ]
I ain't got it all, so don't fuck with me
Unless your ass want
Smoke on the water
But burning down
You know
They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky Claude was running in and out
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
I can't believe that every day and every night (Bounce)
It's getting better with you out of my life (Bounce)
It's
would come record it
With phonetic clone software who ever woulda thought it?
But I included numbers in my rap unsupported
By their new OS that's why OS
Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
$Hort Dawg, I
some poignant thought about
Sex and consumerism?
Nope "My management team has a division that
Has a guy that his main focus
Is to go out there and find
"Baby boy, you only funky as your last cut
You focus on the past, your ass'll be a 'has-what'"
That's one to live or either that's one to die to
I try
you head up
Beat up and eat up punks and won't let up
But not with my fist or even with a deadly weapon
But with my lyrics, yeah, that's how I'm
Don't cry I'm with you don't cry I'm by your side
And though my flesh is gone, Hoo Ohh
I'll still be with you at all times
And though my body is gone, Hoo
the feeling, the sensation
Of bein in a sewer barefooted
Now get out my face!"
These guys are so stupid, child
A lot of them think that ????? is a flavor
It's
as wiz kha-fuckin-lifa
You Would not believe it
Shit been jus all in my favor do me a favor
Don't do me no favors
I'm out here gettin dis bread for my
phone
I don't give a fuck, though
Hand me a Dixie cup and a Red Bull
And I'mma mix it up with something special to make ya head go
Ooo wee ooo wee,
funky magic mix+
I had the limousine on hold with the real chauffeur
Ripped the ???? up with Ultra and I felt like Oprah
Girls in flocks and fans in lines
niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it with some moet then sip it
Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
makin' funky tracks
With my woman simba Lorice
Smooth criminal that's the girl
Sim's so relaxed mingle mingle jingle
In the jungle bum rushed the door
3
an airline 'cause easily I'm that high
Fist full of money mix some green in with your black eye
Greedy like a fat guy, I eat a nigga franchise
I beat him by
power just like mi cuete
Trece cuarenta y siete
You're all up in my mix ese, ya vete
Before you get sliced and diced with the machete
No te mesa, no se
chasing my Caribbean flavour
But I don't mix up with no strangers
Don't mind I sweet but I'm dangerous
Born and raised in Barbados
Got dem chasing my
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