Lyrics:
your neck until your hangin on my every word
Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots
I'm the DLY artist with thick grass roots
Had a couple managers
Yo sick soul patch bro
By the way you look like Vanilla Ice
Dude thank you
That's exactly what I was going for
Dude for a second I was like am
I
the ghe-tto streeeeeets
(Somebody tell me what's crackin before)
I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin
free (reign)
We (wild), we (fight) for these (brains)
Be (gone), she likes the eased (pain)
He's (mild), he gripes cause she's (Strange)
Take off
was no ice age here
So you are richer and your mouth is stuffed with lotuses
Once you would beheaded for that
The old scrub, remnants of a frontier
that the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make
blowed
Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hos
Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hos
Price sizing for a show and the flow
So either
ya
I'm the emperor, I'm Caesar
Can somebody tell me where the MCs are?
I violate over guitars, annihilate and operate like I'm on ER
Lyrically gang
Crowism jewish and Spanish people
Will by default face these
Consequences too when
The Fourth Reich takes off, Wops
And Spics will face
Segregation for
crap
Strap on your bullit proof vest and combat boots
It's nigga nigga day
And this time we go come on you,
Baby blue disguise that's wise,
Made
and now someone else is gettin' all your best.
These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna
Walkin through the gas station, high on ecstasy
In the 7/11, all the hotdogs are free
You can take em!
You can take em!
We won't stop you!
If you
yeah)
Some of these nigga are bitches too
And some of these niggas look just like you
So if you've ever been toetone
Go out and get your roll
Boi . . .
[Layzie]
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me
Everybody by now should know my label, my thugsta
These things guidin'
no hook"
Fuck is you talkin' about
No, really like Kidd Process made this shit
What the fuck are you talking about right now?
Like- Like what the fuck
on these old hands
There isn't dirt on my old boots
I've been going all of my life
And I think it's time I get things right
I pray to God that freedom reigns
Double my cup, wait, Wock' on my seat (damn)
Switchin' these lanes, got her face by my knee (her head)
Two-hundred ain't shit to me (nothin', nigga)
I
except for a few people, and the things are,
the grosvenor square marches in london.
The end product of it was just newspaper stories about
riots
bruh
Ayy, ya'll at my show, when
I say these names, ya'll better scream for
Me i don't give a fuck if
You know the names or not
Google them they will
in, the second time
You'll get a second chance at life, nigga I ain't lyin'
And it's a permanent scar, you can't forget who you are
Ain't no matter
Every second counts
I don't wanna talk to you anymore, and
All these little games
You can call me by the name I gave you
Yesterday, yeah
Every
'Cause I like (girls)
From stupido groupie hoes
To one of these r&b group skio's (girls)
I need a slick mouth, thick south, brickhouse
Or I may date,
Yea I popped out in balenciaga boots uh
Skrt skrt
Hell cat maybach Bentley made me drop the roof
Chirp chirp
We flocking like some birds maybe
Yea I popped out in balenciaga boots uh
Skrt skrt
Hell cat maybach Bentley made me drop the roof
Chirp chirp
We flocking like some birds maybe
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