Lyrics:
Life, Gaddi, dono INSURED
Phone utte, phone utte chalda na zor
Meri Diss naal wadde tera kamm kamchor
Lakhan di ae jaan, mera budget ae crore
Tension
Got and urge
Got an urge
Keeping my blicky right under her skirt
Incase they pullup and wanna get hurt
Incase they pull up and wanna get served
I'm
snooze
Chase it with booze
I'm out in the noon, she out in the nude
Fightin' the fumes, it's hotter than June
I'm under the moon followin' you
I'm out
biggest business
Right under religion
Sitting next to money and women
Man made prisons
Don't know what I want
I am a victim to what I learned
Why can't
as a white plume dissipates
Trying to pull their will to power from the flames
Now there's miles of angry motorists stretched as far as eyes can see
There
she out in the nude
Fightin' the fumes, it's hotter than June
I'm under the moon followin' you
I'm out of my head, I'm out on the road
It's nowhere
than any disease
Barretta will squeeze you precious while you spreading your knees
Please stuff you under the door mat
Duff you in the thorax you
pon the left
And feel a cool breeze
She let me know she from the Grayson
Ina the West Indies
Where them smoke Marijuana
Under the big Tree
So you
Can't
the homies went? Intro to my loneliness
I'm Kiedis sittin' under the bridge with all the trolls and shit
I'm tryna show em shit, but no one ever notices
My
enough bars for a double disc
Iciest neck and a frozen wrist
Designer kicks I wear the shoe that fits
I got the drive I'm a motorist
And I got your back
The Spottsville Monster
A lone motorist on Basket Lane
A hairy ape-like a thing caught in the headlines
It reared up with an evil intent
Next to some trees
booze
I'm out in the noon, she out in the nude
Fightin' the fumes, it's hotter than June
I'm under the moon
Followin' you
I'm out of my head, I'm out
done with
The chauffeur, No sir, Suck my armpit
I could get some deodorant
My last deed for you, as your motorist
No, I'm not driving you home
Find out
Met her at a beauty salon
(When I'm in need)
With a baby Louis Vuitton
Under her under arm
(She give me money)
She said I can tell you rock
I can
is Your Money
Christian Dior Money
Fully Insured Money
This that pure Money
This that Money you can take
Flip and Get More Money
Oooh
And if
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
"Far as girls, you got a flock"
"I
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
Far as girls, you got a flock
I can
portraits
Verse Two: RZA
Check the mic lines for wire-taps
...we're under attack, man your stations, take aim, proceed...
Fire back, all hands on deck
bad
No justice, RAIDER RUCKUS!
Underground till we under ground
But y'all first MOTHAFUCKERS!
[Shabaam Sahdeeq]
My thugs, throw up ya set
in the game of tag
Momma never kept a boyfriend with kids this bad
No justice, raider ruckus
Underground 'til we under ground
But y'all first
to operate, it's more than just a chill
But don't you worry, it's all in competent hands
We believe it's under the ribs or one of the glands
Well
it
Started out under the ground
They didn't fuck with me, now they all coming around
Money I'm hunting it down
Planting the seeds
Working
it
Started out under the ground
They didn't fuck with me, now they all coming around
Money I'm hunting it down
Planting the seeds
Working
swag and my A.M.X
I got my girlie all done up for some S.E.X
I got my heat under the seat in case them fools they flex
I'm taking trips over seas,
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