Lyrics:
Filterfolket bor i mit hår
Filterfolket filtrer det når
Jeg snorker, jeg drømmer
Drømmer jeg bor folker mit når
Folker snorker drømmer det hår
Jeg
This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, um, check, one, two
This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog
Me
used to be a folker
'Til you went and tried to choke her
You're a folk star
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Folk star
You don't wear no leather
Don't care
niggaz 'member
Earl, Brat, and Denell dem boys from Vallel
At every light it's automatic, BURN RUBBER
See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
light it's automatic, BURN RUBBER
See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
light it's automatic, BURN RUBBER
See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
light it's automatic, BURN RUBBER
See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
ya (tell ya)
There ain't no bullshit to sell ya
Snoop D-O double G who wannabes wannabe
I got love for my folkers out in 'Lejo
And all my soldiers
don't be pullin dem triggas
The Southernplayalistic pimp is up in this bitch
Man, my folkers up on that track, complimentin that wickedness
See one is
folkers out
Tight about since Little League, Boy Scouts
Paper route dropped a diamond get some day skunk
I'm uh, I'm ooh cranky, booty like a old hag
dealin and pushin that stuff
Arguing with my folkers cause we loved eachother so much
Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, grippin the block real tuff
ya (tell ya)
There ain't no bullshit to sell ya
Snoop D-O double G who wannabes wannabe
I got love for my folkers out in 'Lejo
And all my soldiers
suckas be sellin wolf tickets! Don't think I don't notice!
I got my designated ridas and souljas,
weopalization & folkers the coldest!
We slang good look
[E-40]
I step, I step in the "Club" aroung twelve o'clock (clock)
Me and my folk (folkers) after the after "Spot" (spot)
We bought a - Rimy (Rimy)
The original, rock chewer, from a duo
Whatever called po' folkers or Crumbs, and his mouth broke
Kids wanna laugh so I blast on your ass to - wait see
Chase me
Emmitt Smith
Webulation! Bust a you-ey folker, oh as I`m hoppin out
Damn that`s my beeper, I got dinner at the house
The rules and regulations
at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin
Some shit to make a nigga Practice lookin' Hard
Some shit for all my folkers on the Boulevard
It's traditional, heavy
nigga there go Emmitt Smith
Webulation! Bust a you-ey folker, oh as I`m hoppin out
Damn that`s my beeper, I got dinner at the house
The rules
I step, I step in the "Club" around twelve o'clock (clock)
Me and my folk (folkers) after the after "Spot" (spot)
We bought a Remi (Remi) Hennessey,
Colleen and Uncle Speedy stayed on the fur
The 6-4 YBX, bold and cold
I keep it funky with my folkers, huntin' wit' my poachers
Slumpin' wit'
a mic, flow's are getting closer
Caught up in the ponderer, chrome toaster
Five broker, face poker
African rice, fish head, a little ocra
I get folker
den folker’, men nu vi done
Intet ka' stop' os
I dag går vi amok
Ja, intet ka' stop' os
I dag går vi amok
Vi done, job done, pardon
Jakob er en don
шлангуем на районе
Fajro беки уши моют
Folkers'а сидят на хате
Разъебем любую пати
Secret, secret, secret, secret
Secret, secret, secret, secret
Secret,
on you lames
Concrete Al roker
This for folkers
African cuttys and banditos
Indians Asian decent this 4my people
Old school sanford and son
Fresh outta
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