Lyrics:
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
Houston to McAllen
Deep in San Anto, screw Rich why Valles
Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and Corpus
Odessa, Laredo, the locos in Austin
Texas made
Lo enemigo de las redes por la calle no se ven
Ando en busca del dinero lo hago twenty-four seven
Amigo el que se alegra cuando subimos de level
Ayy, like a Mexican in the club, I got Jeff with me
I'm in New York with a choppa and it got 50 in it
I ain't drilled in a long time, man, it been
mind could be her occupation
Groovy
Austin Powers movie
My swag don't lag neither do V.C. boss smoothie
Lovely lady bouncin' blesses baby hey love
I see
for the too far gone platoon craft
Billy clubs out fallen apple tree trunks
After apple seeds sunk well beneath them
My style sit's softly in a
Synapse
seven DVD's, I'm watchin' 'Austin Powers'
What you know about wearin' Cardier eye glasses?
Diamonds in your face just like eye lashes
And what you know
and have to give you flowers
My white boy really got that yeah like he Austin Powers
You got bottled in the club and ran boy you a coward
I got five scales
fortay
You gettin' fucked without the foreplay
Heaven trouble comin' through the doorway
G ain't playin' you dubs in the clubs
And heads ain't showin'
fortay
You gettin' fucked without the foreplay
Heaven trouble comin' through the doorway
G ain't playin' you dubs in the clubs
And heads ain't showin'
fortay
You gettin' fucked without the foreplay
Heaven trouble comin' through the doorway
G ain't playin' you dubs in the clubs
And heads ain't showin'
all my classes just so I could rap with no degree
Me and Kwaku do like seven shows and that’s just in a week
Hit Apache, that’s ironic, I got Native in
sounds like a club banger
Bitch lemme have it
Run that cabbage (Uh)
Shake yo baggage
Baby this a habit (It's a habit)
Bitch lemme have it
I'm that savage
could be broke
Drop her off
Polish off a pint and light me a smoke
I don't need to be fixed
Cause I ain't actually broke
And at 7: 58 I'm waitin' the Paki
neverland
And she high with me, mile high club
Telling me, hope the flight don't land
So I do what I can keep her afloat
Sky high, yep that's above land
So before you came in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet
of ‘99 and beyond I thought u knew
It ain’t stoppin I’m droppin bombs very often my heart is stone cold like my name was Steve Austin
5150 who wanna test
drop)
We by-coastal you niggaz ain't playing right (nah)
Drive-by and toast you, you niggaz ain't spraying right
[Chorus]
[Max B]
Five seven with
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