Lyrics:
what that about
I was the only rapper out
Beverly foxhill Roscos swap meet
Sloshin' crenshaw comton we not sweet
Like I'm chump change
Jimmy with
die out (let it die out)
Took a drive down I-95
I flew south for the winter
Promised land, promised land
Come and take me by the hand
I promise I'll
'em, drill 'em)
Straight out the coast, right by the ocean
We wet 'em up, niggas is soakin'
We in them 'Rari's, them bitches is floatin'
Know they
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
You not gonna believe this
They still tryna put a ceiling on our greatness
So we took the fuckin' ceiling off
What you think, they can stop this?
for fun, an egregious con
A syllable gun, real as they come, Long Beach Saddam
Slaughterhouse equals swine flu, are South flying
We do it to try
apologize lickety split
That's why I'm takin' you to Cussin' Island
Headin' this boat south
I think you should know
That's where I met Cousteau
And we will
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Thug]
Ha, we boss hoggin and makin paper, your stock's fallin (cheah)
Get money, then get more, while y'all stallin (stallin)
I just bought 'em, them fos
down, big dogs on the compound
Paybacks on the way around if you got a problem better say it now
I am happy we reunited, here come the rap I am Leonidas
stood by me
That why I put her first before this bitches
I think friendship should die with pickup
I know we all sinning
But we nor be devil
Still try dey
Frankston
And old Jimmy's black hard pack
We're taking over your park
Better go there after dark
When we walk up to the park
Better grab your dog, pack
for fun, an egregious con
A syllable gun, real as they come, Long Beach Saddam
Slaughterhouse equals swine flu, are South flying
We do it to try
ain't do shit when them things start to ring
South side, we outside, niggas kill, son
They'll Seattle Seahawk you, throwing bullets like Wilson
White
ain't do shit when them things start to ring
South side, we outside, niggas kill, son
They'll Seattle Seahawk you, throwing bullets like Wilson
White
It's All We Have
Poem by Stavros (aka: Poet 168)
Reading T.S. Elliot
After two books of
Bukowski is like getting hit
In the dick by a midget
trap
It look like a scene in a movie (Plug)
I come from the south, gold in my mouth
I'm bout to go catch me a play (let's eat)
You talkin' bout business,
whole church know my niggas on dirt
Lil' college dropout, blame it on Ye'
Lil' Jimmy didn't grown up
He's slangin' them tapes
Southside, out West, South
the south side
And I still ride around wit a .45
I can't stand when a nigga play both sides
Smell the gas in the air when I blow by
Give a fuck where it is
against infection
Erect projections travels South in your mouth
Like a dentist checked in, commence to be intent
She said, "I can't understand you,
I'm from, by the Yankee hat
Hittin' licks on 34th, where the Macy's at
Yeah, we go front you the work if you gon' pay it back
If not we sendin' slime
Run it
Yo, you know what I'm sayin' it's the original Paparue
(Original original)
And I'm passin' through with my boys from Down South
(Down
Run it
Yo, you know what I'm sayin' it's the original Paparue
(Original original)
And I'm passin' through with my boys from Down South
(Down south
supply of baking soda clientele
A Rollie watch, two pots and three scales (let's get it)
Can get 'bout fifty and a Hummer
The birds fly down south
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