Lyrics:
Get your passport baby pack ya bags
Get your passport baby pack ya bags up
You got your passport then baby pack your bags up
You can go and tell
Young scoe Mack, toe back
The one ya'll love to blow back
I'll got five fingers, it ain't no riddle
By the only one showing is the one in the middle
look at me
(Schools for fools look at me)
Just a boy filled with so much glee, look at him he's so free (am I?)
But all I see was a child locked down by
that come with
the weak, the wack, the words, they're poor
I thrash bash clash mash and ten more
Blow up the scenery, I reign supremer, see
You need
that I have
I'll get it back I got my mind on the bag,
I got my mind on the bag
She wants to smash I got my mind on the bag, I got my mind on the bag
show alert the frame. Bash all flags where the mag spin park. Corroded by the volts that jolt the cold vein. Boogie down kits to slip past the guard. Def
She said she wanna fuck me with my uniform on
She grabbed me by the bat, now it's going, going, gone
I never finish sex 'cause I'm so juiced out
Yeah, (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic
(bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and its
hundred spokes chrome
Knock off some malt liquor by the malzatof
Don't gotta floss, huh, ain't that the truth
Flyin' in boobies, silver six hundred coup
hate 'cause they can't fuck with us
Pull the money out of my pocket, cash out
Range Rover pedal to the floor, smash out
Pull the toolie out on your
Wake up early morning
I got money on mind
I'm blind by my sight cos I only see Mandela signs
I
I might bite
Still a dog so do not cross the line
Wait I think I've lost my way
I can feel it invade my veins
Bash my head till it goes away
Think today
I'll blow out my brains
Decaying all my goods
my bitch
Ain't impressed by much cars or such her pockets stay thick
Baby I'm the truth don't you ever lie to me
I know you love the flute you play it
Don't cross me, man. Knock you out like Tyson in the streets
I gotta keep. Fuck you for hatin' on me
Stop hatin'. By the way, stop hatin'
I'm out
he'd make a point and you would disagree
Shout shout don't leave a doubt
Smash up the place or throw things about
You won't change a thing by doing
I'm so numb baby I can't even feel you
None of your words ever seem to really get through
My heart been turned to stone it ain't a damn secret
My
Ploughed by the hulk , smash
Feisty redhead with a killers mentality
Black widow baby
She's creepy feisty deadly one of a kind
Can't you tell I'm outta my
some?
Baby Joe yeah that’s my family
He gon face some
(VL Deck)
Army guns for niggas that think they want it
Beefin’ with the precinct
The opposition
to the court like, "Bitch I did that"
Ain't no black power when your baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours
It
And a smash and a boom bash
Get out the way
On the stage in a sound clash
We take the day
Or the night
By the time we get where we wanna stay
We've cleared up
disagree
Shout shout don't leave a doubt
Smash up the place or throw things about
You won't change a thing by doing that
Rant rave pull out your hair
Turn
in world
Baby I love you
We tryna get the shit
We grinding everyday
We tryna smash all the night
But we know it ain't cool
I put my kid we make it 3
my centerfold
That my baby, man, she never leave
Got her hangin' with my kinfolks
She want everything, I know, I know
She got Chanel purses by
dummy dodo
Sliding with my solos
While you take a photo just for fun
It’s a no no
Baby we on go go
Jump up out the 4 door
Passin and smash the gas like
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