Lyrics:
live from Canada
'Bout to slide on your bitch like a banister
Buy the grenade, I come out the canister
With these shots, my dawgs hit your mandem up
got the backseat bass and the lobster bisk
And took a shot of whiskey to the dome
Made a toast to the homies that are gone
Two for the fans and the love
your grandma's drugs stop doing drugs with her
She needs her prescription)
Back to that canasta
Ayy pass me that canister
Dab me up yo fam we fucked
We
is the purge
You're gonna get hurt
Infecting the helpless
No one can stop this
You think you got 3 hearts?
They'll be gone soon, no canister
You can't
a crowd face ducking from the camera
Walking up a staircase clutching to the banister
Keeping on pace, smoke, loading up a canister
Tryna play life but I'm
amateur
Ya only look good on camera, I cannot stand witcha
I'm something different, I made the decision to drink from a whole different canister (Yeah)
I
Call me Mufasa welcome to Africaa
Future so bright feel like a canister
Nones original all be replicas
Young JEFE my name they think am mexican
Call
It takes a lot of shots to calm me
That's why I gotta keep a bottle close in arms reach
Yes I'm still a mess so pass the Bacardi
Tryna catch your ear
distraught
It was time for them to die on the dot
They should have shot me on the spot
I go out with a bang or they hail the Queen
I dissent with a canister
I just popped another pill
Got that lean up in my cup
I just took another shot
Roll that Dro up in my blunt
I'm gettin' fucked up
Fucked up
I'm
talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go
And six shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, whoa!
Picture me, naked face, to kickin' in
on to banister niggas
Fuck around I'll stuff your body parts into canisters niggas
Like you don't know the half, I'll bust' your motherfuckin' ass
Busta buss,
to the chief. As a present I brought one of those Fred Flintstone cameras, the kind where the film canister is also the body of the camera, and I presented it
on to banister niggas
Fuck around I'll stuff your body parts into canisters niggas
Like you don't know the half, I'll bust' your motherfuckin' ass
Busta buss,
Unconscious in the street
Know I made my choice
To be feeling downbeat
Is there a shot at redemption?
Should I follow that pathway?
I pray I get to see the day
Touchin' amateur challengers, we try to throw off balancers
Keep a 120 brain compounder inside the canister
You can't compare to an atom of my hair
yappa goin' bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can't see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
Sip out the canister, rollin' up cannabis
I'm not permitted to cross
the blocc
Swaceybaby from the blocc
I came with a canister of ashes with me
With all of the opps that dead and gone
I need grabba and weed
Yea Yea
Yea we gon
poster all over the place
Someone pulled a gun and she shot him before he rose
Head over heals but I keep them on their toes
The gunslinger of Arkansas;
calibre
Jump in get gassed need a canister
Stop saying you got loads of dates
I got a calendar
Gotta hear this like listening
To jamie carriger
Sort out
like Dracula
Flippin' the weight like a spatula
I keep my weed in the canister
I got a plug, out in Canada
Pull up with a gat to your home
Now you mad
November 30th, 1999
No sunshine
The body rock stopped, probably got caught by the cops
Nearby, somebody got shot
But parties don't stop
hop off better hop right off looking for that shit when ya know i been it / own boss and the boy self taught wanna take your shots better know your
off the lot (woo)
Then four Rolls-Royces just appeared on the block (woo)
I had to wrestle two bears for the title shot (uh)
Kamikaze in the plane,
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