Lyrics:
just move a set of pills
Bottle poppers, how much sparkles I can set in live
Got the streets on my back like a tattoo
I can cook them by the hole, let
how much you want
How much can you flaunt (Tell em' bitch)
One scoop or two (Yeah)
Sweet, sweet love
When your rolling down the street (Errr!)
how much you want
How much can you flaunt (Tell em' bitch)
One scoop or two (Yeah)
Sweet, sweet love
When your rolling down the street (Errr!)
Yeah, CHOMP 2
9th Wonder
Yeah, let me talk to 'em
Yeah, yeah
The sun is beamin' down, I'm wrapped up in the light
May never be fulfilled
think the statue of liberty fall on you
Valence snort so much 'til they nose get sore
It's time to graduate, bags ain't doin the job no mo'
Now a needle
of herb in my brain
I'm slippin' through customs in my hydro plane
Skunk and the one Chocolate Thai bud
Niggas, let's get high in the sky, hit the blunts
Slipping away
A field of rubble by the highway
Has never shown us so much beauty
Cause what was hidden now has meaning to see
And We knew this
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
Ah shit!
Yeah
Everywhere I go
'Nough gunshot are firin' out the ghetto area seen?
I hava watch my back
Too much crack seen?
Watch
slip, I'll whip
Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'
I understand that music calms the savage beast
But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece
Chris and .45s they sing like Drake yeah
I’m just cruising by, doin Just Me
You can’t hang with us if you can’t trust me
I be drenched out they say that
[Verse 1]
I be the one with the women by the dozen
I get em all; sister, friend, or cousin
I never thought I'd be the one to fall in love
Then she
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
So what's real fool?
(Da-da-da-down for mine)
(You gon' buy me a motherfuckin car?)
[Verse 2 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Back when MLK Way was Empire Way
I was
a serious answer
The mic goes into labor you freeze up
Enveloped by the style that sounds so rough
Rehearsal weak verses potent as cyanide
A million
And you're where you have to be tonight
Whoa, oh, but I know you're slippin' away from me
[Chorus 2]
I'm know your alibis are watertight
And you're where
to play the hood (play the hood)
It's a real good day to hit a juug (let's hit a juug)
It's a real good day to catch the plug slippin' (catch the plug
music)
Outlawz
(Ban 2Pac, ban the Outlaw Immortalz Ban 'em)
You can't break me never made me
Busta soft ass beats this Outlaw style got a
Brother off
This girl was so fine, much more than two guns
I had to pump my brakes man she
Looked like no other kind, you can see in your mind
I had to take this
T-Double known for startin' problems but
K-cutter be the problem solver, if I
Sell you a book nigga stick it
'Cause for every you check you slippin' they
grade, no Reggie Miller, uh
iPhone one, pull up take it, uh
By iPhone two, get it with the crew
iPhone eight, niggas had the Drac' (dot-dot-dot)
check, check
check check
check one and a two (two.. two.. two..)
this is... this is.. this is..
youuuuuuuu
ya simply (gotta gotta gotta gotta..)
cold I turn the heat on, I'm by the vent (by the vent)
Got some partnas that I caught some bodies with they kept it real (oh, they kept it real)
tryna get me a way (a way)
Ain't nobody helped when I was hungry
Fake friends, they just slippin' away
But now I got it, so I ball, man, like every day
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