Lyrics:
Yo yo, it's your boy Dave East man
Ayo MAK11, talk that shit
This right here is Candle
Harlem to Canada
I done told em what it is
I still want me
till I go talk yes I do
Boys who dey jealous won stress by boo
And if a nigga tries he dey vex my goons
S3 wo nim Tema boys wey dey pet my boo
She biz
When I get through I'mma bring my dogs
2 By 2, man a walk in a arc
Sittin' at the front, it's like Rosa Parks
Trust me, you don't wanna see me get
TTG we trained ta go we SOB we stand on biz
And if I miss that little boy you know my niggas ain't gon' miss
It's DOA dead on arrival hope you niggas
Popped a Percocet mehn I just relapsed
Everything is litty popping in my city
I’m so fly so jiggy all these bitches wanna see me
Top boy with the swag
Two
feeling strong enough or probably can roof niggas
Yeah, ya boy back in the booth nigga
I'm off the weed but I'm back on my juice nigga
I beat the case so
I've worked too hard for my illusions
Just to throw them all away
I'm taking time quiet consolation
In passing by this love that's passed away
I
the boy speak
My eyes red my blood red its all in my head
My eyes red my wrist red the boy bled Yea
My soul dead my mind gone I stay blown
I ride low my
in my zone
And I play by the code
That's why I'm so damn cold
I could show you the ropes
But you don't wanna know
Pussy boy I know you'll fold
And they
boy
I'm talking business
With a B-I-Z
You don't know me, you don't own me
You ain't got me, you ain't got me by the oop oop
Get your hands up, get 'em
blood on the dope and rug
And we Gucci, and we came up
If they ask, I don't ever bring my name up
Bout to cop a crib, bout to scoop a biz
Bout to get
of the story as you will see
Is that from now on, the greatest rapper is me
MC's, you're jockin' my style, you're jockin' my style, boy
You're jockin' my style,
any kind of weather
ready to ride, she'd be down for whatever
God forbid, somethin happen to u
with out chu by my side
i wouldnt know what to do
good
guns, I can't run out
Slip on his block for so long, now the sun out
Got rich, turn my apartments up, I took my chain back to the compund
We go by
than Teflon
Take you on the ave and you buy me links
Now I wanna pound the putang until it stinks
You can be my mama and I'll be your boy
Original
Ridin' down the A-V-E in the black A-M-G
With the Mac by my lap and they envy
The fact that they can't see me
Dippin' through the traffic, I'm
If it's my life, it's my choice, then I'ma stand by my voice
Misbehaving with these bitches, gotta play them like toys
Cause ain't no cuffing in me,
with hard rocks (yeah).
From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?),
them build up enough Luther by keys.
No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own
of my biz
Me get a black heart right now, oh boy I no get no feelings
These drugs dey help me live, tho lowkey them too dey kill me
You say you love
than Teflon
Take you on the ave and you buy me links
Now I wanna pound the putang until it stinks
You can be my mama and I'll be your boy
Original
than Teflon
Take you on the ave and you buy me links
Now I wanna pound the poontang until it stinks
You can be my mama and I'll be your boy
right)
I was a gentleman living in tenements
Now I'm swimming in all the women that be tens (woo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my
right)
I was a gentleman living in tenements
Now I'm swimming in all the women that be tens (woo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my
I'm in NY, but I’m going back to LA
(yeah, yeah)
Twizz turn that boy into noodle soup (yeah)
I want all blue faces, that's my basis
I'm impatient (yeah)
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