Lyrics:
can be away
9 pm it can be here right by the bay
9 pm it can be here till I go away
9pm
Y A I S M A 3
U don’t know me
But talk to me
A B C D E F G
no expiration date on the batteries
Look, I've never been a hater
It's never been in my nature
But, listen, let me hook you up 'cause
B.O.B
who don't know I go by Slaydro
Ready, set, go
I take one to the dome like Pablo Esco
Germinate the seed then just let it grow
Then harvest like
George: 11:45 pm. I rode over the King's Highway. I saw a man. Stopped
to talk to him.
Pardon me, Sir. Could I talk to you for just a minute, Sir?
try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook
Want some of me? You're on a mission
Bad move, you end up missin
Let's get it straight for the '89 tip
George: 11:45 pm. I rode over the King's Highway. I saw a man. Stopped
to talk to him.
Pardon me, Sir. Could I talk to you for just a minute, Sir?
around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you were snitches so
Don't come around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you talkin lick
Don't talk
of
iambs marching. Who said that? Who is in this dark room with me?
Who is standing by my side? Whispering in my ear?
Breathing on my neck? Giggling? Who is
of tweakers calling my
Line to find Nemo
But now they know the words
From Tahiti to Toledo
A couple washed up rappers aggy
Offended by my ego
Shit, I don't even
knows what
I would've done if I wasn't locked
Up right now as soon as
I found out, I told them to just lock me in
And I've basically just been by myself
know Tibbs, you don't know me
Unless you walk my streets and talk to my peeps
[Chorus: RZA]
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
Skinnyman make
on a Saturday
Okay real talk I love making lattes
You got pastries bro yeah man all day
We also got a couple cappuccinos that are okay
Let me pull a shot that
Nine pm, cold wind, city lights matching my chain
Tired of running
Tired of tumbling
The system chasing me, as I try to escape
But I will never catch
And people that don't really know the culture running commentary
They didn't want me here
I had to bob and weave
You ain't self-made
What kinda odds you
smoking' by the pint
Little shortie, see you at night
Crowd on there feet, while im on the stage
Why they come to me, when they see I made a change
Life is
he got them dark forces in him
But he also got a righteous cause for sinning
Them a murder me, so I gotta murder, them
First emergency, doctors
G's
Notorious label, the story was made in the streets
Now it's real life movies
Rest in peace ill Will
Let's talk about it
We the smartest not
Already on me
Shoutout to Fregley
Man, you so deadly
But that’s not who this about,
Songs about a real special guy
Who goes by the name Bob Duncan
(Hyah)
upper echelon
Hustler hustler she only open shop for the customers
She pulling up at 10 pm white toes big shades
Thigh highs on gates and broadway
Main
and a prophet
Bob Marley taught how to off it
Bob Marley walkin' like he talk it
Goodness me can't you see I'm gonna cough it
Give it away give it away give it
"Let me tell you something, Mark
Don't worry about it, she's always had a mouth on her"
I said, "I know, but she's your sister, I've got her back
You
verse on Brown Stains
We gotta do it again let me
What are you doin'?
Just goin' in, man, you know
Gon' body some shit cuz
What kinda draws are you
lets bark, don’t take talk from nobody
Cause I don’t know these niggas
My niggas don’t know these niggas
So no love I show these niggas
'Cah they're
Marley, poet and a prophet
Bob Marley, taught me how to off it
Bob Marley walkin' like he talk it
Goodness me, can't you see I'm gonna cough it?
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