Lyrics:
(Intro: Movie Sample)
You wanted to start up, baby, not me.
Well now you gotta pay!
So I'm gonna grind you into the ground, baby. And then I'm gonna
marijuana
Marijuana? likkle weed yuh guh fi rob my yute suh wahpen
A ambush we run in bare man a shoot
Skellie get one johnny get two
Jah know star the man
through skin that's ruined by the sun
Because she hides in the closet until winter comes
You wouldn't think she was thin from the swelling in her face
Degrees below zero
He icy
See me and my g's get fucking lively
Couple peng girls round me
Ain't gotta wifey
I be rocking at the show like Rield Wighty
she don't wanna dip
Unless it's skinny
She gon make it pop like Remy
I be in her gut like henny
She be thick like Jenny
Goin one round nah many
Spitting
monks and I ain't talking bout Thelonious
Look at the signs, study the times
To make the stock market climb the army get on the grind
Punks jump up in
to rip him up,
Dispatching angels to my side ride for the truth, Drive-bys on hell gates screaming Jesus side Holy Ghost blowing holes in the enemy I chop
know my partner out the gym, gym
Young nigga brought you west side
Feel like I'm Santana rockin' red bandanas
I don't do it for the camera
Ridin' round
Let's take it to the streets
Open wide and let this gat
Commence the blast [Buck Buck]
I don't mess around
Cause I don't fuck around
I got a round this
Shots fired
Intentions are known
Respect ain't given
It's something you earn
Kid walkin round
Pissed off at the world
Shootin off at the mouth
For
Think hes got red hair and drinks enough
Coopers is his drop
Laughs at farts and dont smoke pot
By the way I stole this riff
Born in England
a fuckin calico with a hundred round clip
And at my pad, I got this fine ass bitch
Long hair, big booty, with some big ol tits
I don't be fuckin around
around
Catching koalas everywhere waiting for the next round
I pulled up beside them and told the vatos what's up
I showed them my stack and I was ready
My brothers and sisters I have a very
serious message for you this afternoon
I must warn you, that a very serious day is on
the horizon for
getting stucked
I'm not a beginner but a winner hands down
Loc is on the mic and the whole f*cking town
Pick up the mic and let's go a couple of rounds
You
a bitch too
I don't give a fuck about you walkin' round wit yo chest
Out screamin' you a thug, nigga I'll still scrub yo ass
So ease on or you get peed
just received a call
We'll have to dump you all
But don't you try and pass us by
'Cause we own you until we're through
And there's so many round like
alone
Sent the muscleheads a-runnin'.
Chased ‘em on into the park
And took turns slappin' round
One and then the other.
Sent ‘em both home cryin' at dark
From the bar, we were listening to a bad punk band
Were goin out tonight feeling alright, far from the grind just for one night
Were goin out alright
This is your thug turned punk
This is grown men crying
This is bombs in the street
Blowin' up when I drive buy 'em
Or its rpg's launched at me
you all
But don't you try
To pass us by
'Coz we own you
Until we're through
And there's so many round like you
And we don't care just what you're doing
and your ears,
with music made by mother fuckin' mouseketeers!
Now once upon a time you had a beautiful dream,
well wake up you're just a product
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