Lyrics:
best of head home or get thrown to the dead zone
Son, we need to ill, interrupt the Grammy show and teach the kids
Yo just what we stand for? What we
home or get thrown to the dead zone
Son, we need to ill, interrupt the Grammy show and teach the kids
Yo just what we stand for? What we strive for?
[Verse 3]
We I roll up they be like (um hum)
What you doin' pa
Brothers be like how you doing bra when I'm cruisin' by
Whenever I'm feelin' lovely I thank
on an adventure through the making of
The album: Cherry Bomb take a seat
And relax
Yo, what up, it's Tyler
And I'm about to show y'all
What really went down when
I
If you feeling lonely
That's something I relate to
Even if I die alone
I know my records a play thru
I'm just in my zone
N this how I can take you
follow
Ain't to stopping the power of three
Destined by the Father only
To make y'all sing a melody
That carries volume
We laid low for a while
But
magnet
More or less I been a bandit
Your head is all I'm demanding
Nobody said this was easy
Yo Gotti; I'm in the big leagues
So sorry, I been uneasy
Your
This is this is this is this is
I'm just happy to be here you know
Early
One and then the Two
Heavy on it
Two and then the Three
It's Prescobar
truck, I'm sucking in
This tube full of muck - on 1 again
cmen
Hook
Verse 3
Ey yo it's Wu-Tang, gimmie that Wu thang
Kicking like Liu Kang
I'm a go do
start by gettin' busy
Tell my lawyer, "Go and get it," got a quarter on it, cash
And shit I be in the 'burbs, still'll thump a nigga ass
Bring my pipe
this shit is not a hobby
Why is it the credit that they always try to rob me
It's R.I.P. Dolph, when the fuck they gettin' Gotti
If I up a stick, nigga
Think I found my sound
Flip the pack now it's gone
That's how I get in my zone
Niya chose, she the one
Icy hoe yeah I stunt
White runtz, 3.5 in my blunt
Rolling up
Getting high
Smoking weed
Help me get by
Three A.M can't sleep
Now I'm up
Should I roll me
A joint
Should I roll me
Blunt
Lemon haze
I can tell by how he rap
I be with the grim reaper but I'm getting these niggas wrapped
I know where that money at like that shit on Google Maps
I
the questions
Could you bet on me boo
Would you bet on me boo
When she eat the bone I be in zone just like three-two
She solid through the pressure love me more
[Prodigy]
yeah yeah whatever kid, whatever kid
yo, yo, the chronicles of a criminal cat who hold gat
and bust back at trash ass cats who scratch
leave big
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
a shadow clone
Watch yo tone, i catch you alone, then i make it known (Uhh)
Undefeated, im an animal when i enter my zone (Yeah)
Feel like Nipsey, handle
And I think we'll blow up like dynamite
Come on girl, get with me, let's see the city
You can stop by, let me see them tig ol' bitties
We can stay in
[Verse One: Ras Kass]
These niggaz rowdy-rowdy never rains in Southern Cali
Only clowdy, howey hit the valley in black Denali's
Like I am Johnny Gotti
[ intro: fat joe ]
Yeah yeah
Terror squad what-what
Cuban link what-what
'99, baby
[ verse 1: cuban link ]
Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party
Plus
clique's lookin lavish in upscale casino style
Flexin muscles like a Gotti trial
Yellow case get shook by the court with the judge
You should know a pimp,
were dazed
I was in the zone, coulda thrown up them tre's
And if you lost, Lil' Jon's got some Eastside ways
So stop actin' like a Bia if yo ass ain't
really should
Try and back door me
Swear to God wish a bitch would
How can you hate one me, I stay by my lonely
I smoke weed, I get high
3.5 In my wood,
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