Lyrics:
warm, at the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing 'till you get
a Red nose WITH lock jaw
Cherry hill gangsta Always the first to pop off
Committed to MY dribble
Dime
And 1
No hot sauce
Then things got sour
Year 7
what I did
Is it deathly quiet or is it just silence
Maneuver with people to stop the violence
Politicking with Steve to create jobs
Come up is real like
and sip that, sit back with a big bag
Of Pete Wheeler, red hairs, plus it hits you quick fast
I’m Pablo Sanchez, I just rolled up with a big bat
Big hit,
tree
Striging ligths of red and green
Prettiest time you've ever seen
It's Christmas coming home
Sitting by the fire burning
Listening to children
Either you bring it
(We gon' bring it)
Or you can't
Sometimes it gets kind of messy out there
(Sometimes)
But we get by
(Well what'cha wanna do with
tear it apart
I'm gnarlier than Steve-O watching TIVO
Of little girls being t boned by a truck outside of BMO in Slow-mo
I never go slow
I never put out
on this one
How I feel like I'm lit on this one
Bitch I'm lit, niggas hate but I move out the hood
Moving up got a house on the hills
Feeling like I've been
of insanity
Came back to every one of y'all and nobody can handle me
Put you on the back burner, then I turn the heat up
Headed for the hills every time that
like
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da couple of bullets are comin' your way then it jam
Like god damn
Then I pick up somethin' quicker, start killin' everything
the opps, they losin' by a large deficit
Knock a nigga out with my hands
That's fatality
I need to pour some Hi Tec up
I got the allergy eatin' too good
I
warm, at the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing 'till you get
up Steve Harvey
All I see is green you can call me Bob Marley
I'm eating this game up and I'm leaving y'all starving
I'm always on the scene, yeah I'm
neighbor
Slow down love, please chill, drop the caper
Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville
That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts
neighbor
Slow down love, please chill, drop the caper
Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville
That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts
changing whips out like new Jordans (oh Yeah)
Way ahead of yourself, you done outdid yourself (oh Yeah)
Chain give me headache, pull up in a red Wraith (oh
got by
Me and you you and me
We all we got
We can still here but the
Team was fallin' out
Up in Heaven man I hope
He was smiling out
Devil
Look i'm on pacific naked under a street light
And, I'm
Influenced by drugs my eyes all red
Yea, i'm
Influenced by drugs my eyes all red
Hey
Steak up
Ya my bitch bangs red
Throw it back when we in bed
Got that red beam put it on yo head
Poppin pills gettin benny bills
Ya my bitch bangs red
Throw it
distractions so I'm just building a fence and bridge
That house up on the hill that's where a couple of my blessings live
took some time to heal but I'm finally
Wake up another day[00:12.70]A chance to make some cake[00:14.22]I bow and say my grace and then I'm on my way[00:17.08]I feel like Aaron Rodgers
and said I had to get this cake
I woke up this morning and said I had to get this cake
I don't fuck with niggas, by now y'all niggas should know that
Old
women by the deuce
Blowing O.G. Kush like straight up in the air
Have yourself a toast drinking up to a cheers
With a new life style like this I can't
the beer dryer
So I was sittin' on the couch by the fireplace
Zip comes in; he shoves a daquiri in my face
Richard's up in the control loft with a set
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