Lyrics:
reminisce with a bliss, to my style there's a twist
And for the ladies, this jam is sealed with a kiss
This is live, no jive, high potent from L.I
The trio
a real tall man, he said:
"What you doin' son, have you heard the news?"
No sir! We are strangers tonight
We are cruisin' our way from New York to L
Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
Bag money all on timbs, and that bad bitch is all on him
'Cause the cars that he drives are
game
I shit on 'em all the same
And I leave spit stains on their brain
Like liquid chocolate spilling over their new white trainers
Insane is
And people gather all around
And each and every night they are holdin' it down
Eyes on the prize they keep grindin' and the story is new
12 old notes 4 new
get da cheese, dats by any means
If ya real, then throw ya set, let me see ya sign
Project Pat, from the southside, out here on the grind
While
we care…
If only there were more.
When I'm high in the sky,
I hope you will think of me
Wishing you well from here.
I know sometimes it’s hard to see.
eighty eight born one of one self cut can't be replica
Not in a million light years of avatar
My force hey l nigga roll from the concrete
African jungle
your spine, makes you numb
And that's only around a quarter way done
So I'm sure you'll be dead by the end of the song
Ah man are you scared? I'm just
Out on the weekend
Let them in, get the lights, let party begin
Mix a little love, get the mood jumpin'
From new york to miami by ten
I think
Sexual harassment - nuclear reactors
Natural disasters from here to L.A.
Drug importers
New World Order
Wars over borders
Murder on the subway
Young nigga turned somethin From nothin
Young nigga got it out the mud Hustlin
My 2 40s stay together like they Soul mates
Got the lean by
Intro: DJ KaySlay]
Aiyyo it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
And for those of y'all that don't know
I'm workin with a new artist, he goes by the name
D.C., Tampa, Chicago
Dallas, Memphis, Detroit and L.A.
So call in now, 1-800-High-as-a-Motherfucker
That's 1-800-,High-as-a-MOTHERFUCKER!!
DOCTOR DOCTOR!
squad are fake Gods
Faker than their tongue, strung out
From the tongue out bring out fraudulence
To the audience 'cause they are conveyors of pestilence
the depths a jaguars sleeping inside
Guarding secrets from at most high
Ancient adepts awoke it with waterfalls in its eyes
Destiny has died
With Thunder comes
flames
â??Cause I torture
J to A are-you-L-E
N****z can't be seriously f***in' wit me.
What you Holla â??bout
We can hit up an alley and air
a ditch and run tell her she'll be safe underneath the Stars to be discovered by headlights coming from each of these cars and one of them is a motorcycle
ya
It's a full moon and the riddle's are calling
Three more cards and the sky's will be falling
But don't take it from me, I'm just a clown
Wicked
We have not one moment to spare
We must prepare, bring the men
Watch out! It's Iszzy Prodizzy and the Liquid Swordsman
The new masters are in town
advice from no corny ass A&R that never filled a milk crate
with breakbeats, I keep it raw nigga straight street
To my comrades in L.A, L.A., L.A.
I
to kill my high new nigga, I can beat your ass
Steal from the rich, and I'll fucking keep it like I should
I ain't gonna share, call that shit Robin Hood
P
Yo, 92.3 New World Radio
This is the cat called Wry Fawkes
Coming up from the South Side
Maybe you heard of him, I don't know
He's not into that, you
well, it's just likes and sales are furthest
Its about inviting hell, I'm just nice as L when I word the shit
They said its unlikely I'd last cause I'm
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