Lyrics:
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la
La la, la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
Palaze, what you cooking?
La la la la la
La la la
La
of us but because
Of his blood that was shed we Standing in Jesus stead and
Blessed to be known by the
Father as his walking dead
When we squad up
Alien
King Bison
Yeah
Shoutout Killavic
Shoutout Killavic Baby
Came in the game in the clutch
Claiming a name that they trust
Man ain't shit to us
traveling
The world, where we’ve been and where
We would like to go
BUT both of us were in jail … crazy!
My next conversation didn't go so well as I
Was
And messin wit us'll leave ya scarred
Ya feel me no lie no lie
Ya feel me no lie no lie no lie
Ya feel me thatz real
I hope ya whole squad stay
Never hesitatin
Put your oxygen mask on
Put your oxygen mask on
You first
You first
Then help the children around you
Strap in for a bumpy ride
This time
This time
the blast
Put him in a bag, an wrap him up
It's all business
So when the picture come bouncin' off yo head
Don't take it personal
Money makin' needs no
Slim thugga, muthafucka!
Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs
Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne
Born
Until you put your body on me
Now the game don't stop when I operate
And hell yeah, I got you on my mind
We gon' swang, we gon' bang, we gon' dip
on all my brothers
(La la la la, la la la la la la)
Switch it up I want my father to be free though
Fuck with us they empty clips and then they reload
She
Everybody got stacks, some of us puff Black's
Some Newports
Tap tap Too Short, even chop New York
If it ain't screwed up, I don't wanna hear it!
Lac
Cochise died
I'm twisted, black listed by some other negroes
Don ha ha,'t remove my Polos on the first episode
Ha ha you shouldn't diss refugees, and
Ha
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
they like AIDS
They dangerous, they gangsterous like all my n****s who hang with us
All my n****s who bang with us well Trill Entertainment change with
the chrome and let's swang)
Tigers all up in the wall
(Some bitches in the back and a pocket full of scratch
take a match and spark up a little bud
some shit cut back on
I gave my Momma some money
So she can go out and gamble
God only put on me, what he know that I can handle
But it's the first
can sum up
My religious feelings in a couple
Of paragraphs first: I
Believe in you and me i'm
Like Albert Schweitzer and Bertrand
Russell and Albert
guessed it! God done over by customs, the pair of us, didn't we? So there we
are standing there, "Hello hello hello! What you been up to, you naughty boys?"
And we don't care about time 'cause its money on mind
We the first ones out tryin to get us some bread
We ain't worried bout sleep fuck goin to bed
We
come by myself but I'm leaving with sis
Baby she know how to drive the whip
Hips rockin' and I'm tryna get a grip
She know I can put some diamonds on her
with do re mi
Children:
Do re mi
Maria:
Do re mi
The first three notes just happen to be
Do re mi
Children:
Do re mi
Maria:
Do re mi fa so la ti
Oh
getting took
Wanna put that iron on us because
Of the way we look
My mama call me every time there's
A shooting because she shook, this shit real
Just watch
um, have us be His children and
For us to see Him for the first time so we can rejoice with Him and have our time
And after we do that, He's gonna
Suckers didn't even see us, they musta been blind
Black wire touched red the car was mine
We hadn't done nothing but some suckers got shot
Hit the first
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