Lyrics:
Sometimes keeping it real goes wrong
Termanology, Ras Kass, Wais The P and Statik
My block stay high, guap stay high
You could tell I'm high
By
(Magic)
(Peso P got that work)
(100% Juice)
Uh, Kodak bought a Wraith, they say lil' Kodak bought a Wraith
And I keep the best Molly, comin'
sliding by
But hit the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high
Cause it feels so good
[Chorus]
It feels so good how we kick it in the hood
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
Yo, yo ain't no party once we crash the party
I'ma scoop shorty then vacate the party
You keep grillin' I pump-pump the shotty
Put you in
Well, first I was hollyin' for years by them old timer clicks
I was like twelve, they was like, blood, listen
"Keep your mouth closed and your eyes
(worrrrd up)
And the blood of Abraham (worrrrd up)
So let's get ready for the jam
[Chorus]
It was a Thursday night and the party was bumpin'
around
It's the sound of the B-E-P family
Got a poet named Life and a sister (Fergie)
And the blood of Abraham
So let's get ready for the jam
Jumping
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
overdid it
Your shit it, just ain't got that LOUD
Gold tooth shine like TA-DOW!
Biggie Smalls the illest and how
Phrase raise your eyebrow
By now you
down like real cheap plastic
It ain't no thing, no sweat by me
Cause I know damn well where I want to be
So join my party if you see things my way
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
show 'em how we do, what we do and why
Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good
up)
And the blood of Abraham (worrrrd up)
So let's get ready for the jam
[CHORUS]
[BRIDGE]
It was a Thursday night and the party was bumpin'
another party for us to enhance…*
Its clear, we here, self-made man career,
Bin here, for some years,
Through blood sweat and tears,
But god has bin near,
Nico T
Rah!
I got bare girls by the truck load
Different flavours I can reload
Bad off slimmes I got all of those
Top heavy or a phat off rear
I party
the clip
In it go in the gun
Everything is slow motion
Blood go in your lungs
Ridiculous as Icarus flyin' close to the Sun
I'm a supernova, nobody escapes my
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
Well, first I was hollyin' for years by them old timer clicks
I was like twelve, they was like, blood, listen
"Keep your mouth closed and your eyes
(Talking muffled by loud beats)
Check this out fool
I'm at this party
These two bitches lookin' hella pretty
I walk up and kiss 'em each on they
cause we already straight
I need some steak without no blood on the fork
Don't try to stop me I'm too cocky leaving blood on your porch
Diggin' graves
gonna be sliding by
but hit the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high
cause it feels so good
[Chorus]
It feels so good how we kick it in
Turn on my cordless, sayin' mic checka
To the ladies and all party goers
Some call me freak, and others slow flower
Brothers on my jock, for the way I
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