Lyrics:
It's a pick you up if you need a ride
Pull you out with a four-wheel drive
It's, "How's your mama doing?" In the check-out line
It's a two
Uh
Let's pull the two-seater out, baby
It's wherever you wanna go
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League) Rozay
Ridin' to the music
This is how we do it, (all
manic depressive state
Crickets sing in three part harmony
I try to walk away I choke and I stumble
I'm flying back so listen close when mumble
That
wrist
Two hundred thou I spent that on your bitch
Do me a model put that on my list
Oh there he go in that foreign again
Killin' the scene bring
Key of Solomon, um
Evil see him as a vehicle to commandeer
2 fixed pupils
All he say is "Ian's not here"
Pitch it down a octave
I'm a take this
a mic that both of us two existed to do this shit
Never quit, too persistent
(Carved out an underground empire)
Started a group of misfits, Proof
to play him my new sh-, he'd go cuckoo ballistic
Go through the roof for his sh-
It's like we knew the instant
We touched a mic that both of us two
material, Ivy League scholar
Had a Ph.D., had an M.B.A.
But now he's waiting tables cause their's rent to pay
Companies downsizing, inflation's rising
the love that you need
In love you get one inning
In Cricket you get two
So you can't afford to make mistakes
In anything that you do
Well I fell in love
(Chorus 2x's)
(Erica Foxx)
Life is serious out here on these streets
Got us curious but were just trying to eat
(Krazy)
Why cry now inhale the pain
my league, this here is major
Mind state of the art
Yeah I play my part with razor-sharp words
Shot straight for the heart
Beautiful like chords
do?
'Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two
To make all it stick like glue, then you through
We
lighters up in the sky when the nigga do it
For the homeboy Pac or league arrestin' him
Reefa smoking that good Keisha
Through a vaporizor with a feature
went outside for recess
I put a cricket down the backside of her dress
Had to take a note home, Mama spanked my butt
Daddy hugged me, "Son, that's part
I, I've been ridin for five years with D-R-E
You minor, I'm major league
But what y'all didn't expect to see
is me on TV with Snoop D-O double G
four of us,
And there are so many more of us
Eldest sons that must succeed.
We know how Caesar conquered Gaul
And how to whack a cricket ball;
Apart
to state driving
Full tank of unleaded
Smoke out the whip
In drop the top and you smell it
Got money like I ball in the league
Big boss status so they
two times in shame
Came back three times
Don't know why
Last time won't be the same
Bless those crickets they're here tonight
Sing with their legs they
his best but after two it was tied
Brett was feeling good but then some no-neck thug covered in dencorub took him for a ride
Maybe origin's not for me
four of us,
And there are so many more of us
Eldest sons that must succeed.
We know how Caesar conquered Gaul
And how to whack a cricket ball;
Apart
four of us,
And there are so many more of us
Eldest sons that must succeed.
We know how Caesar conquered Gaul
And how to whack a cricket ball;
Apart
four of us,
And there are so many more of us
Eldest sons that must succeed.
We know how Caesar conquered Gaul
And how to whack a cricket ball;
Apart
Yeah (here we go again)
Chomp 2.5 (move back)
Alchemist, classic shit only
I got a flight in about an hour, but it's all good, it's a jet
Hahaha
to the safe)
Son runs our state
Carrying coke by the weight (weight)
Make 'em put pounds in the weed gate (weed gate)
And it's ran by Ol' Dirty (dirty)
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