Lyrics:
be pullin' on my cocktail soon
And gotta remember we could do it again
Just come and meet me at my hotel room
Meet me downstairs by the lobby (by
give your life for
You can get skyed by, served like a drive by
Yah I meant drive thru like
How? what? why? who?
Take you off the map and have
Your
above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your
mother's basement
Ducking dayshifts, two drum machines to play with
Recognize a veteran, better them than me
Taking Hamiltons you surely can do better than
your grip
Or better yet, strapped a clip
To a motherfucking' nine millimeter for heater
And put the ride down out of G two seater
You need a nigga
(Do it, do it)
It was once said by Black Thought that "Things fall apart"
Knew I shouldn't have been messin' with dude's girl from start
But I pimp
that's one for you and two for me by tonight
I'll be loaded like a freight train
Flyin' like an aeroplane
Feelin' like a space brain
One more time
to get her might emit her, what you gone do? (wha?)
I tell you what, we won't be fallin for that one, two
Just kinky sex up off in the boom boom if she
and contemplatin, she got you sprong dude
S***, I'm fin to get her might emit her, what you gone do? (wha?)
I tell you what, we won't be fallin for that one, two
It was home by home zone for zone
Bloom County's homeless riot
For home ownership i hope you put gas in the
Motor-home and know the roads
I studied
physically free, mentally livin' in
Cages, pray for 'em, yeah
New Malcolm X, by any means
I learned from what I seen, had a dream
'Til it turned
that's one for you and two for me by tonight
I'll be loaded like a freight train
Flyin' like an aeroplane
Feelin' like a space brain
One more time
to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya better get right,
Straight to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya
to the trees, packed tight
With two some on shakes
No rubber with a paratroop
In fields with parachutes
Down to the blue
No matter however, can't hold em' for
I roll
I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.O.P. eaten some breakfast and some yams
My partner Scott chilling at the motherfucking crib
I roll
I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.O.P. eaten some breakfast and some yams
My partner Scott chilling at the motherfucking crib
Nothin' is sweeter than pullin' up in that two seater
And zippin' Supreme up like all to the neck
Coppin' the hype
Flippin' it twice of the price
All for
I really wonder
I really wonder
I really wonder
Ghostwriters holdin' me for ransom
I really wonder
What I really get this cheque
I really wonder
Hanging out the mother fucking window nigga its a rental
My nigga thats the issue
Wipe ya nose acting like im scott
Nigga in the tissue
Talking
On yo' block you prolly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee, high
And even when it was storming outside, that nigga'd be by
the air
Withholding the fumes, two shots of Hennessy someone put on a tune
So I can get up in my groove, what's up
She wanna ask about some of my crew cause
we'll catch Sergeant Koon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him with a broom
Stick, prick, devils ain't shit
Introduce his ass to the AK-40 dick
Two
once said by Black Thought that "Things Fall Apart"
Knew I shouldn't have been messin' with dude's girl from start
But I pimp from the heart, the art
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