Lyrics:
S.D.F.S.D. had her seeing double
The envelope looked like a good Chinese puzzle
Yes, I got those letters you wrote me when we were fifteen
By younger son
Good morning Mr. Edminton
Mr. Edminton how are you feeling today?
I trust that life is treating you
The way that you want it to
Of course I'm
loud
And on my decision I'm not proud
But by the grace of God I'm here right now
Help being good and older
So it's alright
I know it may sound
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
Let's go
I go by "Weezy, the Don"
Magnificent nigga, lot of ice around my neck, and freezin' the arm
And if a nigga decide to test, their chest get
G.O.O.D. Music shit, my logo's a Lambo (damn)
Four doors of ammo,
Ammunition I'm pitchin' to make your body, switch another position
I hope the people
daughter (it's all good)
And all the niggas in the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby baby
It was all a dream, I used to read Word
I'm a fool wit laying pipe plus she know I'm good,
I got a spot for the yay Uncle Pete keep the K's,
Auntie Shirley got the money if they rush then we
Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab,
right away,
you will be thrilled, because the other seat is filled
by a long-standing friend of yours.
Action!
Well, here we are face to face once
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa
K in cash
That shit humbled me
When I touch down in LA
I'ma need an awful lot of shit
Damn, I made an awful lot of
Dog shit off them Klonopins
Told
Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab,
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa
stand tough, hands up, damn ya
If you don't get it get rid of it, trip if you diggin' it
I guess I got more than my balls, and my word
I got broads in
don't stop, stop
It's Len and Kurtis Blow
(And we're blowing up the spot)
[Sharon Costanzo] {Kurtis Blow} (D-Rock)
**samples scratched in by Mr
thing, ya understand
We be steamin', blazin', nines pumps and K's and
Hollygrove 17th, the hood where I was raised and (what, what, what)
Niggas bustin'
that's 2K-in'
She lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down
She loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down
She livin' in downtown,
That's right we on exile
Them ol heads from strong I the velt
No love good lookin out
But damn sure felt
Hear me fear me appeared to
Disappear
The sequel
thing, ya understand
We be steamin', blazin', nines pumps and K's and
Hollygrove 17th, the hood where I was raised and (what, what, what)
Niggas bustin'
by the engine (engine)
So when I back back (back)
I'm frontin' on you niggas (uh)
2 Chainz, you fucking crazy (hey)
Motherfuckers know I'm
by the engine (engine)
So when I back back (back)
I'm frontin' on you niggas (uh)
2 Chainz, you fucking crazy (hey)
Motherfuckers know I'm
Come on
1 2 1 2 uh uh
1 2 1 2
Mr. Meth and Doc
1 2 1 2
Uh uh 1 2 1 2
DJ Scratch on the track
1 2 1 2
Wa wa 1 2 1 2
Break your motha fuckin
going on and on at the top of his lungs
Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack
Play it for me in my long Cadillac
Play me that, "Only The Good Die Young"
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