Lyrics:
Got a redbone, she look tropic|f*ck me right then she shoppin|Got a redbone, she look tropic|She f*ck me right then she shoppin|Got a redbone, she
Yeah, nigga!
Aiyo, what up man? This is all BB right here
Word, yo, we just slid in from the back door
It's Code:Red, nigga, level four, ya'll
right)
Go by yourself, hit the switch, turn off his lights (Take off the meter)
Get high 'til my head nod (Uh), Off-White drippin' eggnog
Big red
circles
Around one big right wing
Yes, the left wing was broken long ago
By the slingshot of cointelpro
And now it's so hard to have faith in
alone in my bedroom
All in
Doing coke in the restroom
Red cup, double up
In the best mood
Can't lie I'm impending my doom
Impending my doom
Yeah
Monkeys
ain't new to me
How dare her for
Dancing with that monkey
My thoughts are gettin' hazy
Nothin' but red colors
Tonight's the night
I can take him down
how i sweet and sour
Need i remind you i charge by the hour
Looking at me like I'm an imposter
Red or green on top like a rasta
I don't care what you
Robitussin with a brass monkey girl
Live by labels, y'all got some to earn
We ain't got a shortage of what you doing
Enough stock beats in that soup you
Go ahead and shake whatcha mama gave ya
Oh, oh, say can you see
By the dawns early light
Party with me every night
Let down your hands, alright
the Red Monkey Jeans? My shirt was made by Gino Green (Nice shirt)
My jewels was made by David Bling (David) They call me the underground king
Chain bling
Cause you could have a chick with D-Triple
'Cept the nipple little, just hot off the griddle
Like how he do monkey rhymers, like Monkey-in-the-Middle by
Yea it's cool to rock them new jeans
Red monkeys Red Bapes
Don't make it replace the King
If what you buy what you drive
Stopping you from worshipping
Makin' it, doesn't matter how many
Takin'it
Well, I can't shake it
Off of my back, damn monkey
It's either too tight
Or it's too slack
How
the money
Wipe a nigga nose 'cause he funny
I was off the pour, yeah, the muddy
Used to rock Red Monkey, now, I rock Amiri jeans
Used to want bad
I'ma get busy wi-with it right now
I'ma-I'ma give busy w-w-with it right now
I'ma get busy wi-with it right now
I'ma-I'ma give busy w-w-with it right
[Meth]
Jeeeez!
Now right
You know you dead wrong
Yo know...
Turn me up, turn me up
Jab me with a fuckin' spoon
You know you dead wrong
mouth (right)
Balls in my hands and your bitch in my house (yeah)
Twistin' up weed, I'm diggin' her out
Just fillin' her out
Do all that shit you be
the target
Meet Ras Kass & Kurupt this a holiday
Niggas better move like
Pedestrians right away
I give you the blue print to thug life
Like I’m reciting Pac
on the other hand, don't have to.
We have a choice.
If you don't like your place in the world
you can get off anytime you want.
Suicide. That's right.
You
a gangsta go to trial one witness get called
His right-hand man that said he witnessed it all
You listening y'all I done balled with the ballers
Played pool
By the time the flags rotted off of their antennas,
they were questioning who the real threat is.
Big Brotherly love is the 21rst Century's plague.
I need some weed
Lala
Purple and pink
Tie dye
Irene
Lime green
Yellow and red
So fire
Need some cash
Pesos
Guale guap
Dinero
Mula
Euros
Big money
history
George Zimmerman still walking around
That's a mystery
But I guess we some rebels with no flags
Seven shots to the ruby red
Rebels I'm burning your
thoughts by the alley
Rollin' curbs and pebbles everywhere like a dolly (Ooo)
Making monkey circles chanting with both feet
The boys get me off the ground
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