Lyrics:
rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh)
Yeah I said it -- rub on your titties
New York city gritty committee pity the fool that
act shitty in the midst
these joints so that these, sound loud
Some kids be actin stank like a baby pant
It's the rapper Abstract that make the joint get amped
Yo, use your body
titties
New York City gritty committee pity the fool
That act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
Y'all know the name (uh)
Pharoahe fuckin'
titties
New York City gritty committee pity the fool
That act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
Y'all know the name (uh)
Pharoahe fuckin'
Chronicle" reads
"Hell up in Gotham, take heed and protect yo' seeds"
You fall like autumn leaves, you lack tranquility
In your rap utilities, to fuck with
The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper
We do the damn thing, who could they tell us not ta
[Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint
The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper
We do the damn thing, who could they tell us not ta
[Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint
The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper
We do the damn thing, who could they tell us not ta
[Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint
The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper
We do the damn thing, who could they tell us not ta
[Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint
the leaves, who lack tranquility
In your rap utility to fuck with the abilities
Raised like a sperm cell to the ovary
Microphone post tone like a rotary phone
of zippered pockets completely covering its surface, they
Let us continue walking down the street on a weekday morning about 8am
We smoked a joint standing
soin d'elle
J'allume un joint vu qu'elle a besoin d'air
Je sens que son pouls doucement s'accélère
C'est fou comme la tristesse ça fédère
On ne parle pas
Broaden your joints
Keep your eyes on the prize
The struggle goes on
Eryday (ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
Eryday
And I'ma live it through my music
(ha ha
am not going away
I violated the rules and I'm apologizing
For God's sake, I'm 80 years old
And all I'm saying is, heck
Have the ethics committee
throw joints in the crowd
we got, joints in our mouth, see the point is we proud
around for night when Snype rolled a quarter pound
in one joint
a retire a lame
I’m self made you and I ain’t the same
When did fronting come a part of the game
Everyday n da joint I was thinking I’m tweaking just wait
Falls off from over-utility
My talents are raw
But I'll cook ya with flammability
I'm making the call
To not veer off from volatility
And who gon stop me
along the assembly-line
But fate would intervene
An older revision of a mechanical part was mixed in inventory
And the tensions placed upon that joint
the assembly line, but fate would intervene
An older revision of a mechanical part was mixed in inventory
And the tensions placed upon that joint were not
the assembly-line, but fate would intervene
An older revision of a mechanical part was mixed in inventory
And the tensions placed upon that joint were not qualified
about never feel empty
I'm too proud to beg but I'm striving for a Bentley. Marginal utility of money
Knowing one another for a bit, we were pretty open
Tim baland and Lil' Kim (uh uh huh what)
Yo yo yo yo this joint is strictly for heavy weighters
not them playa haters know what I'm sayin'?
joint, blaze
Pass that fucking joint, blaze
Live ferociously when I’m snorting all these lines (Yeah)
A fucking piece of cake as i’m going through these
Tim baland and Lil' Kim (uh uh huh what)
Yo yo yo yo this joint is strictly for heavyweighters
Not them playa haters knahmsayin?
'Cause in
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