Lyrics:
members,
That's it. That's all you got.
Eight! Eight!
Lick a shot-shot. Boom 5 4 3 2 1 wanna make you jump up,
It's like a clean cut
Slicing through
support
Living day by day on the edge of the lens
But he didn't realize that life was short
Now Eazy turning your sleep put your heat
My stars as I match
dope and got caught by Five O now I'm seeing white women doing the same
I think I'm ready to switch up the frame
News flash, know some brothers that
rubber rip
And I got four five costume with the rubber grip
I could let bang in the rain I bet it doesn't slip
That's that real shit we living by the G
from a friend
So call your crew back, and we'll do it again
Get your groove back, and the party begins
Yo, we can do that, but how will it end?
Thought
in my ear and said she used to be a stripped
She took me in the bathroom pullin on my zipper
I bent her over from the back and hit her with the missile
take you over
Don't matter if you're drunk or sober
Got you entranced like Indian dancing cobra's
Our melodies are solar so you can see the light
Our
support
Living day by day on the edge of the lens
But he didn't realize that life was short
Now Eazy turning your sleep put your heat
My stars as I match
I said that same shit about ten years ago
Same nigga but now my tech is by my window
Been reppin threes wearin black
Since the days of block parties
to ours
Yeahhh
Party time in the crib, shit 5am my girl works at 6 I'm a prick
Now I ́m in a panic, coz i got kicked out and i feel home sick "daaam"
Verse 1: Po3
I’m motivated by the notion of being overrated or under-appreciated for greatness
I know the matrix, with the numbers on the screen I
along
They're singing alo-o-o-ong
If you keep me with you i'll never be alone
I started out freestyling over party beats
With a bank account that was
She all up in the function, fuck it up Heard the party Goin' up, here I come
Me and gang in this bitch, throwin' ones If I see you in the club, then
leave her she gonna phone me
Playing her heart like its sony
Cause a mob just want the money
El Paso district met a baddee
Bartender goes by genivee
So
had your bae throw it back like a bouqet
Yeah, Dsquared2 or the Diesel's, I don't really fuck with Amiri's
Yeah, S-Line over the Beamer, I don't
not fake
and I heard Robert Palmer wants to do a remake, huh
when it comes to rhymes don't steal or take
be origanal don't duplicate
cause I'm 5 foot 10
out the ground
Got the plug from Collie Buddz
And then we cop it by the pound yeah
Dispensaries are popping up all over town
No more law to stop me
Went to Cal's party just to see what the deal is
Shit was wild like some van to van niggas but that's too Brooklyn
You gon' go over heads, but all my
disrespectful, all up in the party talkin loud!
Systemized, a triple striker, when I was born
my mom and daddy shoulda named me Isiah cause I'ma ride
Sole
down the drain
It just goes to show I wasn't paying attention
Things just worsened day by day
In every way.
Chorus:
oh, oh look at me
I'm
of takin' over, soldiers be deep in the street,
Slangin' heat, nothin' sweet, playin' games for keeps,
Many thugs out in the blood, six deep in the mud,
to over-stand
I'm flowin' like a G5 jet so they have to let me land
I'm gettin' high just to get a piece of mind
It's just another day in my life that I write
be on time, again and again
So I am royally pissed we have to wait by this train
For the always-tardy party known as Sugar Cane!
Glad you could
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