Lyrics:
Butter por-rican
From like boriquen
And i see you want my hand
Killing me softly with the taste of the old e
Sharing your 40's with a song that you
What? (just shut the fuck up) Huh? (just shut the fuck up)
Headstrong, dead calm, Dead by Dawn
Dead weight, they dead wrong, let's get it on
Twelve
get lifted
P.O.D.'ded and tweeded, that indo needs to be seedless
So you know I'm fiendin', now am I wrong for smokin' this on 'til the dawn?
? in
yell score I throw up 40
Through the night til the mornin
Then I hit the bricks
Back on my griddy
Like I ain’t never left
Don’t hear shit but dolla signs
the rips in 'em
Gen 5 Glocks, extended clips
Shit'll get ignant
"Rio, why your pop look like that?"
It's a six in it don't be steppin' 'round my
Kitchen by
at your head, you end up dead, I up that .40, nigga
Bitch, I'm rich as fuck and that's a must, I'm gone kill all them niggas
And they know that I'm
frames got the same gold G
Duke can you frame O-3, cause if you see me on ya corner wit a 40
It ain't gonna be named Olde E
I might be in Chuck T's,
copped on those calicos
Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro'
Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough
Keep gettin, my tip rocked by
no handshakes I can barley hold my wrist up
I'm a big fish in a little pond they call me Chuk the dawn
Hop on a flight pop a z won't see the sun til
back by nine
I can't get home cos I'm trapped in time
It's hard tryna live my life cos I wan take off, wanna catch some flights
We're awake til the crack
"From dawn 'til dusk, the gang goes their way
Headed to where the sun shines in birth
And all their way, their dirt is left behind
From their boots
your prayers maybe one day you'll
Be blessed like me 'til then keep stompin in your air force o-n-e-s nikes
They should make scriptures wit my flows
got 'em all scared by the flames I spit, and claims I make
They thinkin' that I'm dangerous
So now, nobody ever wanna play with Chris
Which is fine,
I’m just stuck in a different type of zone
You niggas ain’t ready just to see what I own
I’m smoking on the finest marijuana til I’m blown
I’m
you could get shot for makin' sudden moves
But don't comply and you die is the golden rule
In the backyard smokin' large sittin' by the pool
Thinkin'
tearing up my mind , I lost control
Spanknem they be reckless they'll get to
Raising hell
screaming free lil e til he get out or get a bail
Tired of getting
St. Lunatics and we here now, we never give up
Swallowin Cris' 'til we spit up, put your shit up cause now
We navigatin, wood grain, hood slang,
M-A-E-S-T-R-O
Smoother than smooth can get plus tommorrow
I'll be smoother
Runnin' like silk
Starin' at the mountains as melodies are built
Like Everest I'm ever
absorbed it
So don't blame me for the caution
Cause I ain't trying to get lost, no
I cannot afford it
Nah, this is not my love song
I mix my magic 'til
going trampling the malls
Brick by brick until Babylon fall
Good to see you niggas onto somethin’ other than the C.R.E.A.M
Damn, thought y’all forgot
Force plane
Ain't cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame
Ain't cha?
Through despair, I traipse, bakin' pies
Makin' cake
Hustling them E's and that
Force plane
Ain't cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame
Ain't cha?
Through despair, I traipse, bakin' pies
Makin' cake
Hustling them E's and that
What? (just shut the fuck up) Huh? (just shut the fuck up)
Headstrong, dead calm, Dead by Dawn
Dead weight, they dead wrong, let's get it on
Twelve
E-40 and The Click wid it
He sucker MC better know about it
I make your girlfriend hoe about it
I make a muh'fucka know about it;
somebody better
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