Lyrics:
weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I lecture how I got God but don't
I ain't never liked you
I'm rich as hell, I'd never fight you, I'll have somebody snipe you
My doggy Lucky on the edge, holdin' on by a thread
Just
I know some killas that'll kill you, to kill ya if ya close to me
I did some thangs, that I gotta keep it close to me
I know some niggas that'll
know
Are you a shy boy?
I'm by the stage, I get a look from a rock boy
He's got the shades on indoors like a rock boy
I'm sick and tired of them
see a nigga weh bad so?
Sell more drugs than Walgreen's, gotta get the money up by all means
Gotta get the money up by all means
Bro I was trapping by
gotta catch me when you can
Might see my face on the movie screen
Hypnotize you frame by frame and scene by scene
Stayin' fly while I keep it fresh
a lobster
Switching the flow, yeah
I gotta spit it slow, yeah.
Here's something you don't know
Yeah, your girlfriend is a hoe bitch.
Take it slow. Yeah, I'm
you out to dinner, to your favorite spot
Feed you an aphrodisiac just to get you hot
Drive-by movies, by a cemetary
If my corpse could talk then I would
this one
But I got to do it, come on
Bitch, do I look like your type?
Don't get me wrong
You still gotta look cool to me
Bitch, do I look like your
Gotta be strong gotta kick some ass
Or kill the time by smoking grass
Stop get ready focus the first one
Stop get ready focus the next one
from my tears
As the water had start to flood on my eyes
I know it gotta be hard being 21
Doing time in the pen and your Gram's old
Your brother's
Got to no trailer, you gotta move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia)
They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
But they
Portland, Oregon to Portland, Maine
Now I roll up torpedoes, get blunted with Rastas
For a hefty fee, I'm on your record like Bob Costas
I own so many
just alleviate your clothes
Time to fly up out it catch you at a club
You get me fiendin body talkin' shit to me
But I can't comprehend the meanin'
Time
Castor cares away"
She said, "Son I know you gotta make money
But don't forget to make time to slow down and stop by
Have a real piece of pie, here"
might get clipped
By a hooptie
Runnin' outta gas, stuck in traffic
Far left lane, throwin' up much static
Input, output, carbeurator fulla soot
"Whatcha
brown nose)
There's rich uncle Bob, I say now what you gonna do?
(Gonna brown nose. Gonna brown nose)
You get stopped by the man, I say now what you gonna
ran off
With the sauce bob ross Used to draw glocks
Now I draw art like Basquiat off tops
Y’all lost in the sauce, bout to get got
I don't do it for
to be my girlfriend
Why you gotta stress for me girl
I just wanna chill out for the weekend
Put you in designer and pearl
Know it's you I want to be my
Better hide your n**** when she come around
Better hide your n***
Drive by
(Doot Doot)
That's the type of chick that I've been tryna duck
(Beep Beep)
questionin
Me and you stuck by eachother, never letem in
Thats veteran thats Evident
We gota lose them old niggas thats evidense
You my new and old testiment
get loose now, skinny dippin'.
Don't hate me cause the speedo I'm wearin', got your girlfriend stairin'.We out here, sky's so clear, ice cold beer,
to pressure you just can't stop thinking 'bout you
You ain't even really gotta be my girlfriend
I just wanna know your name and maybe some time
We can hook
goin' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum
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