Lyrics:
at the bridge
You niggas is sipping on 40's
I'm topping the keg you know how we play
Like G's coming up off
Watts boys in the hood spit
Nothing but that hot shit
they call Watts
And I got a little Watts in me
But uuuh, I got somebody over here that's gon' tell you a little story
Yo PB! Tell 'em what it is
This is
Shit you knew the toll is 25 cents for you to swig my brew
I got influenced by foam because it gets me pumped to get a 40
'Cause they love it when me
built this mother fucker from the ground up
So what the fuck you really telling us.
Remember the time
When you slept on Watts, because I was up and wasn’t
(yeah)
(We keep flowin') in the sun, sun, su-su-su-sun (in the sun)
I arise from my melinence to the sun beginning
Kiss by the ray of a sunny day
But
sun, son of the Dino Sore
Mmm, myeah
Sun, son, sun, son, sun, son of the dinosaur
The dancer was consumed by this. He had found freedom. But remember,
your set, then show love man, throw that shit up
I keep adding to this plate, like it's dim sum
Lil' buddy 40 watt, he a dim one
Man, fuck your lil' ass
a struggle everyday, man, you know how this shit goes
But my demeanor'll never switch, cherry red beamer
Gangbanged the fuck out, red rag around the nina
No
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
down, I sell low for ounce
See this for adults who say where you from
If those hoes who gonna make me cum
With them fuck niggas we don't fuck with them
waiting for my time alone
Know this time I give myself is more sitting on my throne
Through the highs and the lows
Past the stars and sun
We made it here
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
The minutes they feel like hours as the seconds go by
But I know, my end is near
But being alone is my biggest fear
I'm going 'round and 'round in this world
down, I sell low for ounce
See this for adults who say where you from
If those hoes who gonna make me cum
With them fuck niggas we don't fuck around
despicable dollar-fifty deficit that got him into this whole mess. A buck and a half short of the forty big ones Benny had so long ago demanded as bail for
now
We not the same
When everybody was throwin' stones
I walk this road alone
If she dissin' then I leave that hoe alone
It don't matter I'm about my
we got for the ninety-flow shot
I'm the, brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds
I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds (yeah)
This
to do all this without my body"
Alan Watts
His last words
If we too can separate our lives
Our consciousness
Our being
Our "selves"
From our body
And live
haze
To the smeared mascara
A forty-watt sun
On a courtroom drama
And the coffee stains
Gather till the pale kimono
Set the wedding rings
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
through shades of blue
I trust you trust in me to mistrust you
Through the Silk Cut haze to the smeared mascara
A 40 watt sun on a courtroom drama
The electricity shall now be passed through your body
Until you are dead
[Chorus]
Back up kid, forty billion hundred power watts
Back up kid,
wasn't thinking about fucking
Bumping Late Night Hype by Compton's Most Wanted
Them Tracks was so crisp
Bo$$ and Spice 1 and King Tee At Your Own Risk
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