Lyrics:
it up! (Throw it up, huh)
Aww shit (yeah, yeah) man, PT (Wassup Jon?)
Look at them niggas over there
With their motherfucking arms up
(I see em', I
Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,
Knocking over candy and chips, commenced to hit the fence
It's not my first offense, about my dollars and sense
I like to trap and trench, we like
Never finished
Til we give up the plate
Extra innings
Swing for the fence
You think too little
Your world dance wit mud puddles
My shit Evian, I
that castle over there?
DENNIS: I'm thirty seven.
ARTHUR: What?
DENNIS: I'm thirty seven -- I'm not old!
ARTHUR: Well, I can't just call you `Man'.
When I die
Fix that tie
See man that's why you can't go over there
That' why nobody has and that's why nobody ever will
One kid did and no body ever seen
Harold Melvin sample
I played it for Hip over the phone
He's like, "Oh, yo that shit is crazy
Jay might want it for this compilation album he doin'
on the side of you
Fucked up, but what the fuck am I to do?
I keep tellin' myself, keep doin' like you're doin'
No matter how many lives you ruin
It's for
throw. Right over the fence and into the Chasen's yard."
Momma: "Don't get all huffy puffy. I'll get it. Momma will make
Everything all right. J.N. you
juicy hog of yours."
[Jimmy:] "Hey, J.N. Throw me that frisbee."
[J.N.:] "Here! Whoops!"
[Jimmy:] "Nice throw. Right over the fence and into
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
millimeter cock test, wan fi' test?
And the winner is
Y'all niggas know the rules
I blast on niggas so
My fist never bruise
Land-still-cruise, Frank
millimeter cock test, wan fi' test?
And the winner is
Y'all niggas know the rules
I blast on niggas so
My fist never bruise
Land-still-cruise, Frank
make sense
You say you want success
But you won't hop over that fence
I guess you can stay sleepin'
Man this society stay tweaking
Sit and do nothing
Never finished
Til we give up the plate
Extra innings
Swing for the fence
You think too little
Your world dance wit mud puddles
My shit Evian, I
up and down nigga, I'm not a good sport
* rob swift cuts "exercise" *
[akinyele]
Me jumpin over fences, don't make sense kid
On a hot day,
Up the creek and out of the woods
Over the hill Caught in landslide
Once in a blue moon
I've heard it said
It's all down hill from hear
Ins
Zip load
Got my hat and my eyes low
Taking shots to the top
Like free throws
She all about the D
No honor roll
Fucked with the homies
Yeah don't want
laughs a little, and at that
At least for the night
The conversation is over one afternoon
We take a break from the studio
To shoot photos for this
shop at Saks
Cock it back and clap at ya dad hat
I'm poppin' caps
I got the strap so I ain't gotta scrap
But I'm punchin' every line
When I drop a rap
methamphetamines over the Columbia
Dropped more acid than those kids at Coachella
Smoked a whole lot of weed with the fellas
One time PCP had me fighting with
Reese unleashes me on these beats I'm bound to attack 'em
Can you believe it? Mr. Needles is back
With a mischievous rap and he's guaranteed to snap
Over
Never finished
Til we give up the plate
Extra innings
Swing for the fence
You think too little
Your world dance wit mud puddles
My shit Evian, I
On horseback ya bitch I got ya
Ha ha ha what I'm saying when I pop pop
Click the Tre Lb throw you in the chop shop
Benny Blanco fire like Dhalsm
Click click boom
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