Lyrics:
nani mo misenaide yo So don’t show me anything more.
君にどれだけ近づいても kimi ni dore dake chikazuite mo No matter how close I get to you,
僕の心臓は一つだけ boku no
matter what you say nigga, long as you pay nigga
I figure - you want it bad enough, you gon' take yo' shit
A steel toe mack down to break yo' bitch
Lemme tell you now
I came to bring the pain
Hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental based on instrumental
the blast
Put him in a bag, an wrap him up
It's all business
So when the picture come bouncin' off yo head
Don't take it personal
Money makin' needs no
I know he's so sick of the walls, when he get home, he going shopping
Mmm, look at the time that caught us (word)
Talked to the times when younger
tha dope blow it I ma weed fiend
Finna bleed steam nigga
So keep yo eyes on the night, cause I jus might
hit yo crib now where you live I'ma crook 4
Yo I can just spit a verse
At you or get personal
These clothes is so cheap
And in the Total Slaughter house you wore
The same outfit the whole week
Yo, this is DJ Quik
Takin' a second out with Tha Dogg
Pound to let y'all know somethin'
If you're lookin' in the Source
Mag and don't see me
It's
Street to y'all street
If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat
C-P-T style, O-G me style
The D-J, Q-U-I-K with no C style
In yo' town, don't
something to say to make ya
Turn away from from all your scars
Turn away from from your scars
Sick and tired of being sick and tired
Life ain't always
yo
Fearsome shit, check it out
Yo, yo
It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder
Said stay strong 'cause his life is now over
I flash back
a sweater like Bill Cosby
Cuz I got my homies by my side
While you blow up my iPhone
Sayin you miss all my cuddles
And hate being alone
I'm sick to my stomach
And it try get her out I can’t get her off
Can’t get her off of my mental
Kill instrumentals I swear I jus pick em off
And I’m switching my rhyme like
the opposite of intervention
I celebrate my independence
By smoking on that presidential
Yo, Wally Clark, thank you for the instrumental!
Yo this a Wally
a nigga
Like Mi homie like Do Rae
They love it when I give
Him sick shit like EB, Olé
Nigga wanna beef with me, no way
Put him in yo place, I did
look funny, but, yo, I'm makin' money, see
So, yo, world I hope you're ready for me
Now gather 'round, I'm the new fool in town
And my sound's laid
Wake up tiring streetlights blinding
Reading your words as they turn me to stone
Sat by my bed and I'm waiting for the phone
So many tings got your boy
many slugs should I plug into yo' chest before it's get filled
Since you ain't got nothin' else to do but get killed
Been a fiend every since I found
Hold up ugh take a breathe look in the back and I see no contest
I know I can rap and I got flow so sick
Puffing the bar the nicotine gone hit hard,
I ain't the party scene and clubbing type no big timing
I got this section either free or got some chips by it
I ain't finna pay no band so you can
Hey hey
Yo I go Sugar Ray Leonard wit it
Let it hit em'
Meant to hit em'
Twenty swings landed every
Punch and them shits stupid heavy
I don't feel
it
You a ratchet can you shake it
Why you at this party all by yo self
I wanna know why why
She so drunk and she wanna suck dick
She so drunk that she
you
I had fam snatched by cancer and that cancer had no cause
Science had no answers so my people turned to God
People think and people pray and people
her stand by
Money and the loyalty
That shit is what I stand by
If you sick as fuck bein' broke
Then puts your hands high
(High)
Put em' up
Bust
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