Lyrics:
to a trick the nigga who
persuaded her to sell ass like hoes suppose too
now how in the fuck do you think a pimp is slippin
surrounded by all these hoes
that's
sweat beneath him
He burns them out
Another Joan of Arc goes down in vain
Tempted by the fear and the pain
So fly Firefly
Show me your tricks in flames
the shit I just wrote
Trick daddies get left in smoke
A lot of copycat niggaz might jack ya
But the game came way with the chief boot knocker
Here's my
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say
psycho
My hands gripped tight to this rifle
Sparks flyin' like a light show
Yellin' out thru a cloud of smoke
That this is my rifle, and this is my gun
like a rape, it's more
Like an easily functionally done manipulation
Set out to trick the children with treats
The puppeteer pulls his strings and acts
can not afford dinner
I'm about money
I'm BWA
Fly out to Rio
Good gas by the Bay
Come for revenge
Everybody gone pay
Pay for respect
We still cut off
nigga here's a tip
Don't love a fuckin' stripper
Now, two-step out the door
Bitch done drank up all my liquor
It wasn't me, she did it by herself
Here go
There's this guy I knew back when I was in college
He liked to show off all sorts of smoke tricks
But one trick in particular always stood out to me
pimp tripped out on that fry
The dikes done came through and straight threw off all the game
Got all these hoes thinkin' they could manage they own
town
I'm the only one who ever found out was dad
At that hangout my daddy used to hang around
We watched it all go up in smoke until it all came down
steps
Where ever you may be
I'm from SD bitch, southern Cali
Where homies run up in bunches
Beat you crutches in the back of an alley
Call me Daddy
When
So I'm back to come kill shit
I know you trying not to feel this
Been saying I'm the one
Big daddy boy you my son
Proving you wrong is starting
I'm sick with them tools
Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school
Fuck J's by da locker, come and holla, uhh
Out on my own, movin out with
the name of the doctor greenthumb, smoke em out
[b-real]
Now I be, rollin and smokin
And holdin the golden sack
When my lungs be gettin swollen, hittin
to do a drive-by tonight, that's why we tint these nigga
Heard shots rang out, just riding on my 10 speed
Seen the windows down and the bitch squeezed
Cut the fuckin' music up
(YMCMB)
(GTWYC)
Yeah
(It's about that time)
(How about you man?)
Uh, yeah (Gold Mouth Gumbo)
Uh (brain stretched out
just like your mummy and your daddy did
Blood inside a fountain pen wrote you out of life again
Who knows any better than to kick and scratch under
She ask me trick or treat
I know she taste so sweet, so my
Interest's peaked
Like what trick could she mean, I'mma
Grip her hips
I'mma make her
It's about 7: 30 and Mr
Bones is about to swoop
Finna ride by peep the crib of an old coot
Legend has it that his shit is possessed
Marks on his
I don't wanna talk about it
I just wanna be
I told her to pull up on me just shhh and smoke this tree
I like to smoke by myself but come and smoke
and the bitches gettin' freaky
Took a trick to the room now she gots ta lick me
Lickin' out my ass hole like a fuckin' groupie
I'm through now I cleans up and call
Jersey blocks is locked tighter than prisoners hold soap
And listeners where we vote out ya CD and vinyl, the final result
Yell, fuck tricks and smoke
is locked tighter than prisoners hold soap
And listeners where we vote out ya CD and vinyl, the final result
Yell, fuck tricks and smoke, till our
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