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Birds by the flocc and you know They wanna get loose
So ima pop the top and let it do What it do
Fucc all the talk, You can miss Me with
the one to set me free
Ooh, I'm ready to move on
I'm ready to begin
Ooh, there's so much in this world to see
And I tell ya it's no secret
Ooh, I've been
Help me find Bolanle,
Tell her say I ready to Samankwe. (Osama)
Call me Bolanle oo,
anytime she ready to Samankwe.
(I go samankwe)
Give me your
ready
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
What you do to me, and I ain't ready
Two fingers to the side, huh?
Yelling deuces, Yeah, I'm really
squat
They think I owe 'em, they can eat a bowl of pig slop
Bloodhound bound for glory, astounding story
I can tell that everyone around me's worried
Yeah
pills
Even got henny don't got to go out
Let's set the mood just me and you
Whenever youre ready its bout to go down
Now for verse 2 ima' tell you why i
clique, dough sick, no medicine for us
Competition like I said in the chorus, let me spell it out for ya
Jay to the Amil, A to the why stay real fuck how
(Five)
I let 'em feast at my table but they never stay for long
My guess is they're upset that I'm a king and not a pawn
And if they made a move
hope you hear it
I'm in a car right now fucking on a dude cuz I'm gay
Hey Magic I drank too much root beer dare me to drive?
You know that song by Rocky
you from
The day till the dawn
Like Bennie and the Jets blew
The spot for Elton John
You can catch me bustin loose
Like my man Richard Pryor
Or can call
to spank me (mama)
My youngster shot somebody up, guess they made him angry
Two dead men right by the garbage, guess we done left 'em stankin' (yeah)
I changed my number couple times
'Cause man kept calling me for things
And man are hating
But they're waving
When they saw me on their strip
I
link up with the old clique, old clique
I've been feeling homesick, homesick
Ain't it crazy how time flies
So many things passed me by
I've been gone for
of its misery
Condemn it to its future deny its history, deny its history
So where are we going?
We are not ready for drowning
So where are we
of its misery
Condemn it to its future deny its history, deny its history
So where are we going?
We are not ready for drowning
So where are we
one wheel, full throttle
It's Simple, but I gotta' wipe my Snot
If you want the smoke, go kick rocks
Get the casket ready, I got a G-lock
Check the fit
You wan' meet me?
You just might need contacts
'cause I'm the little one with the ice, flossing
Please, playa hater, get your wife off me
I ride by in
a new genocide
This movement past due its arrived
Im ready for war it began
We drawing a line in the sand
They kill us again and again
But no more no more
this paper and this you know
This game only made for real
And bitch I'm ready for it (Ha!)
Bitch I'm ready for it (Ha!)
Bitch I'm ready for it (Ha!)
where your hood at
What ya' good at?
Nothing, bluffing
You a pussy ass bitch steady cuckin'
I'm ready for whatever, any weather
I can't relate to any
stars when I look up to the roof(ahhh)
Niggas doubted but I blow up like a nuke(ahhh)
On a summer by seaside sipping juice(ahhh)
You can target me you
ONE to the two, two to two three
Put a slug in your ass for you to say G
The S to the P the I the see-E
You sucka ass niggas can't fuck with me
I
the blackness
Now don't get me wrong, I'm very angry and all
But this is a protest with pleasure, here for the long haul
We fight for our rights, joyous
peeping how i'm doing in my city overlapping shit
12 g gon' stop me at the mall i'm screaming suck my dick
Age and e too clever when he came they been done
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