Lyrics:
I been in my bag right?
More like bubble.
Although I spit from the mouth,
ego on God
I promise y’all don’t wanna scuffle.
Left Hand is week my
your hands on the steering wheel
and don't get smart
Answer all questions, and that's your first lesson
on stayin alive
In South Central, yeah,
and buffoons there's a risk
Assume the looming doom before it hits
And take off the mits, kick a spunky beat, put in a choke hold no hands like monkey feet
Sick
Dope boy fresh dressed in red monkey clothes (clothes)
gotta stay fresh for you dead monkey ho (ho)
26 inches sittin' tall like whoa (like whoa)
Get
dressed in red monkey clothes (clothes)
Gotta stay fresh for you dead monkey ho (ho)
26 inches sittin' tall like whoa (like whoa)
Get the cameraman I'm
of that brass monkey on some drunkie shit
You R&B fake rappers suck a monkey dick
I'm from back in the days
with the Christmas for haze
on my back,
and tossed off
Knock 'em on just to get rocks off
Put a pause on all of that soft talk, chop chop
Tick tock, you got until the hands on the clock stop
I'm
'round
So out the reds to wet it
And say they actin' brains, relaxin'
And steady stackin' and pistol packin'
And trackin' is tired
I set it off!
of the mother and um
I'd be lying if I said I knew your intentions
See my sexy sabotage thinks defensive action to save the race
You land in hand on board
of the rings
Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3
But I bet i be loaded like glocks on a sting
Only pour red i do not do the green
Only want bread i do
plug me into SkyNet
Red bone, hot head, burnt down my projects
I turn sound into killing flying objects
Blood off contracts, kill ‘em on contact
Yeah, I
so I got you assasinated
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, bullets in his Red Monkeys
Thought he was a gorilla, naw he a dead monkey
Hook
Cam'ron:
We blastin'
Bout the red blue lights so wen
I leave make sure I'm alright ain't
Caught by the red blue lights
Me, imma Dboy so I'm weighing the cot
You niggas
Its a good day even though we argued last Monday
We made up again by late Thursday
Making love as sweet as red Kool-aid
It's a good day even
under the pit
So it's musty and the pistol sittin' comfy
I put my right hand up to God
My first drive-by was on the
Two pegs of a honkey
We was teenagers,
stand Together (mercy, love, hope and truth)
Brother with brother (side by side, hand in hand)
Please grant us strength (dear God above do grant us
hand, aim right with my left arm
Pen to the pen
Now I'm right where I left off
Wear what I left on, own what I got
I'ma stay on one, plot 'til my plot
Hand me my jacket baby
Mmm yeah eh eh
Rio
Looks like I tried to hard again
To carve out a love from this heart of sin
But as the chisel slipped right
through life,)
When I'm gone you will not replace me
(Golden moves how I prove, The Arctic Cat spits ice
Run it back yet again with my kin, the twins win
Indigo okay, Embasin, whatever
Ralph Lauren, Red Monkey
Jeans ain't even Evisu
Don't do no running, chase up
A bag, cross country, track
Brand new
good
My trigger fingers'll matter, kick the back of your feet
And your red monkey jeans, is looking like a scene from Baghdad
That's bad, flags red
Well here I am
In the middle of an open hand
My feet are rooted in an upright stand
What's my plan
I feel the fingers closing in
I got
mask
Suicidal in your cell
You'll be hanging from a sheet
Burried with your fucking monkey
Six feet deep
You made Emanuel Lewis your girlfriend
Who
in my ear when they come by
They look at me like I'm an alien, a gypsy
I'm gettin started ima never let a hoe slide
This what I wanted so I do it on my
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