Lyrics:
right behind 'em in the Porsche drop
Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks
Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?
The whip got chrome shoes, cream
right behind 'em in the Porsche drop
Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks
Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?
The whip got chrome shoes, cream
and pose
Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone
You all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for they self in this land we be
on they right knee
Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture
You small change, I'm blowing out your brains gettin' richer
Hit you with the Mac, smack
on they right knee
Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture
You small change, I'm blowing out your brains gettin' richer
Hit you with the Mac, smack
Ms. Ebony!
Beautiful skin that shines in the light
Goddess by day, Goddess by night
Ms. Ebony!
I love your skin, I love your soul
When you got black,
by four
It's a big degree murder when the ball's in my court
Don't be a bitch
I flick the switch when i get a itch
To insist for a kill switch
I
I was rollin' through the hood one day
Thought shit den calmed down,
"Gang-bangin'" den played out by the years since I den been around
Ain't talked
to them cats who hold gats at the gate
Is it my fate, am I that nigga, that they love to hate
Solely, slowly, cause I rock a Roley they want my brain gone
to them cats who hold gats at the gate
Is it my fate, am I that nigga, that they love to hate
Solely, slowly, cause I rock a Roley they want my brain gone
Yea uh
My heart start beating, my mind starts going
My leg starts twitching, my mouth starts flowing
My brain's unfocused, my soul feels nourished
I
And suddenly you sway
We rock in Monterey
Oh every thought is clearer in your brain
When we rock in Monterey
Climbing on that rocky slope
How much longer can
you need to run and go get your frigity-friends
I'm looking at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's bickity back, don't act wickity-wack
her throat wetter, I fly by and leave no feathers
Rock a wife beater in cold weather, brown skin nigga, I'm a gold metal
All my watches on demon time,
(Chill with that ill behavior) - KRS sample
Pull the pin out, sheep creep in wolf garb
Fronted by the Hail Mary parry lunge mixer
Kill
this rock.
I just got this rock.
Rock solid.
Raise your hand.
If the system has missed you man
Your money ain't gone.
As far as it used to.
Raise your
I know my story
Yeah it’s something
that you never heard
Yeah yeah put in work
Yeah yeah put in work
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch your step
My brain is
of actual vacuums nothing's empty
Any tangible space is occupied see the vibe with your third eye
The first two feed the brain lies
There's this point in
and horrifying star
I say where is my way
You say where is your brain
You say what should I do
I say bothering you
I say where is my way
You say where is your
My clip is full, but that'll change
Heard you got your vest on, but I want brains
It's lonely days, and lonely nights
Cause I need my revenge, right
diamonds flashing my rocks yuh
Hit from the back and she sound like ewok yuh
go head out your faith in me and see me as a stock yuh
Defending my spot I ain't
or day
Please don't put your life in the hands
Of a rock'n'roll band
Who'll throw it all away
I'm gonna start a revolution from my bed
Cause you said
H-Hop out a cede coupe (Hop hop hop out a cede coupe: pull out beat then bring back in)
Vision Epson
Laser proof
Widescreen
Major view
School degree
Kick you in your nuts so you can't fuck for 40 months
That's what I be saying if you roll up acting sus
This right here the remix
So if you're
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