Lyrics:
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
goin on, on and on and on
On and on and on
Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
Sometimes Shaitan got me by the pressure
the Bombudd me keeping doctor away
They homies see me comin and they know me spend cash
They jock my reggae rhymes so they double up by bag
Sometimes me
Two by two
Comin in two by two
Never been around no guys like us, it says a lot about you
Two by two
Fuck with my two live crew
Tell me everything
and pull out my two shot derringer
Cause yes, Heather be comes classier
Cause Heather be , Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer
makes up the dope crew
hit the brain and the man thought he came
It was joint, after joint, after joint, after joint
In one month your fuckin' brain was destroyed
Now you
goin on, on and on and on
On and on and on
Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
Sometimes Shaitan got me by the pressure
Ty ]
I think you better make way for the joint, punk
Fuck around with the sound and get the head shrunk
It was a real bad move to stick your crew
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
But a post on instagram broke us?
This ain’t a Drake joint
Don’t live a lie
There’s too much love
Why can’t it be this way always
There’s too much
The posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'
Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'
I'm out a week, I'm already earnin'
Suckers crossed,
up with you
You know the place we're going to
We're doing shots at breakfast time
We smoke 2 joints and cut-in-line
We're waiting, we're waiting, we're
Fire it up
High grade in my joint when I light up
Roll up by the 2 Gs
Cause I do not smoke on minor
Money Trees on my body
Cause T Dubb my designer
I
a million thoughts runnin wild in my heart
When it beats it creates musical art
That talks and melodies only heard by Mozart
Telepathically traveled a form
lean lean
Tell em' I need two shots, by two o' clock
Plus that adds about two thousand, two drops
Pull up with my crew, sinara
wagon
Step out, jeans sagging, crew laughing
Getting blazed by the fiend for ten bones a piece
Nothing but the dog in me needing to be released
This
basic
Now the whole crew cop by the cases
Cases on cases on cases
TRP
Cases on cases on ca (Razor 2 the Roc)
Cases on cases
Cases on cases on cases
Used
Co-signed by Alchemist, stamped by Babu
Executive Produced, yours truely, got loot
It's a new day, phones still tapped
Watchin' the crew
They put out one
you'll lose!
Here comes two big pioneers, rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
EPMD "that's right!"
Legendary, hardcore b-boy is
to the sky, let off a round
Cause can't no other man
Feel this black man's but another
With no dough, goin insane
Everyman has two lives, so there's two
Like what chu boutta do in front of your crew
(What u doin)
Smoke some dabs that be looking like goo
(What chu doin)
Or smoke a fat joint and kick it
Early night jumping out the Porsche
Joint rich hoodie and sweats, smoking as good as it gets
Life of the party, know I get it started
I take a shot
up with you?
You know the place we're going to
We're doing shots at breakfast time
We smoke 2 joints and cut the lines
We're waiting
We’re waiting
the complete lock and beat stop
Now all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my er
Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon I’m like a mink while
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