Lyrics:
Down South huster slangin' on dat corner stackin' dividends
Fuckin' over fiends cause my ghat is my only friend
And won't hesitate to use my
mare
If you see me go by, put up a prayer"
Well, they rode all night, and they rode all day
Eastward, long down the broad highway
His spirit was tired
the cybernetic cascade
Blade Runner walks, with shadows by his side,
In the neon city, where illusions hide
Verse 3
Through the smog and haze, he tracks his prey,
said that don't confront me
Long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent
And out the door I went
So I go down
that don't concern me
Long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent
And out the door I went
So I go down
Now by this time I'm plenty high,
You know when your mouth a-getting dry you're plenty high
Looked down the bar I say to my bartender
I said "Look
said that don't confront me
Long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent
And out the door I went
So I go down
the game you better ask somebody
I got pimp blood which is pumped by the beat
I drop this funk which is bumped by the streets
I been around the hood three
down, get flow,
To this anomalous beat, dance (dance)
Dance 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
Swing 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
Dance 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
Swing 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
Move feet,
Show her love with a dub, and them niggas hatin' 'cause I...
[Chorus] - 2X
[Verse 3]
Smoke by myself, drink byself
Poke by myself, cause I was born by
wey, vámonos
Five and four, and three, and two, and one
And we smash through the door with the quickness up
Looking for the crop, and I heard you
and then I took two more
I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door
I took three shots and then I laid
They rushed in shooting so I
on A street, Cali Park
Knockin' these doors down after dark
Searching for a cornbread, collard green
Eating thorough bread, thick from the start
Got it from
the state champ years
A broke down store, live bait, cold beer
That old brick church, with three feet of waterworks
That old gravel lot full of four by
, three, three, the angels are at your door you better open up
Four, four, four, stop the second-guessing
Five, Five, five baby keep undressin'
Six, six,
a trance?
If not, at least you'll get the dance down at the Ballroom of Romance!
Whack fol the dah, now swing your partner, leave your troubles at the door
and
If you 'buse it you ain't gonna be able to choose it
'Cause you ain't gonna have it further on down the line
Things ain't gonna be so fine
And when you come up you'll never want to go down
When you're high like this it's all swings and roundabouts
Took three puffs to forget what I was sad about
three,
The little one stops to climb a tree
And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain
The ants go marching four by four, hurrah,
here for, oh no
Two three four run up on me and shut the front door, like
Heavy is the head that holds the crown
Swore I'd never let you down
Heavy is
think I'm vice but they know me by a bloodhound
Let me set my glock down
The heavy shit like three-pound
Fuckin wit a Treesh, I only snag her for
Follow that dollar for a long way down
Far away from the poorhouse door
You either get to hell or to Hadestown
Ain't no difference anymore
Way
[Do or Die]
Ew weee them niggas down there tip
Dam man they holding down there
Who the fuck is that man lets walk down here and see who this
on my block
(Nah) ngga get got and get whipped (Whopped)
Knocked out his socks by that Glock
(Bop bop bop bop)
Mosama 3Laden, Lil 3 who I be
But I'm
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