Lyrics:
To the window (to the window)
To the wall (to the wall)
'Til the sweat drop down my balls (my balls)
'Til all these bitches crawl (crawl)
'Til all skeet-skeet
To the window (to the window)
To the wall (to the wall)
'Til the sweat drop down my balls (my balls)
'Til all these bitches crawl (crawl)
'Til all skeet-skeet
the machinery
To find out where the fuel stands
My footsteps on the sand
They lead back to you
With a bit of distance
I can't tell who deserves who
All those maps
[Chorus]
3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low 6x
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Time to put Puna on the map
On the map, look
They sleeping on me let em nap
Shhh if you talk so loud
This
Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Time to put Puna on the map
On the map, look
They sleeping on me let em nap
Shhh if you talk so loud
This
Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Time to put Puna on the map
On the map, look
They sleeping on me let em nap
Shhh if you talk so loud
This
to be
A little bit of life
I breath in
I breath out
Yes, sleepin' all night with the windows down
Up in the mornin', stirrin' around
Drink a pot
E H 1 3 where we’re at
Just tryna put Gangs on the map
E H 1 3, yeah where we’re at
Just tryna put Gangs on the map
E H 1 3, yeah where we’re at
Just
like me
I'm just a hometown boy, looking for a backroad girl
Hair down, blowing out the window
Just as pretty in Realtree as diamonds and pearls
we were warned
I was looking back through the window, staring into the past
When I thought that just for a moment
Maybe me and you would last
Gave me
My nigga E-dog... he had the flow,
And when I snuck out my window,
I used to go smoke up his endo.
Oh
Cen...ter...view
(I grew up in
Yea
Hold on, turn my vocals down just a lil bit
Yea
cight, it's fuckin' perfect
Yea yea
Wild out
Yeah, yeah, aye
I don't wanna go to work
I
the window, For schemes
Use that self-esteem!
Lyrics, More logical, Than any
Pipe dream
Uplift lives, Like
Kite breeze
More amplified, Than fight themes
to be cleared up. It had no human personality as it were. It was just a map reference that would be passed and forgotten by the end of the day. Inside,
offence but it was boring
I put it on the map, it's over here let's go exploring
I opened a little bit and then it started pouring
I'm giving credit where
turn it up just a tad bit
Got the bag and it’s bussin out the backend
We the wave tell em tap em
Shooter lurkin thru the window bring the mac in
Tell em
to be feeling like this
Certain, certain
You want to, want to
Certain, certain
You want to, want to
About this map, it's a bit out of date, yeah
She say that she love me you do not want this
Ima little bit crazy babygirl come get this
These niggas be mad cause I do what they can't do, I'm
Look
Ride around the city with the windows down
Blunts up in the ash tray
Where we goin nigga why you ask me?
You lookin at the map, you high; that's
this
Learn fucking with a deadly gas, you get burned
From the window of my room, assume all's lost
Every little bit you consume, the high cost
(woo)
Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit (hey)
Hangin' out all windows (hey)
Hangin' out all windows (grrah)
Gas, break, dip (gas), fuckin'
Rolling down the windows
Rolling up the chronic
Rolling up some endo
Nuff to make em vomit
Pass it yo way
Hit short like a hobbit
Hit the ashtray
a bit of fat bottom rubble
the ancient text messaging word patterns
the grace of the children of the film cartridge
I'll be shopping for
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