Lyrics:
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
occupation
For me
I don't mind being by myself
If there's no one else around
It's the last good time in town
Well, I could stand up straight, get a real
nigga
park it
Gotta get rich cause I don't got another option
Yo lil bitch a fiend and I'm the fucking Oxy Cotin
Yo bitch love my style, my whole flow,
baby, drivin' you crazy
Put my style
(Put your style)
Monkey charm
(Monkey charm)
I can make you jump around and drive you wild
(Drive you wild)
Bitch I Put It Down
Bitch I Put It Down
On this block with a Glock
Bitch I Put It Down
Ain't no fakes up in my circle
They don't come around
It Get
By then they were surrounded,
by dawn they all were dead
I heard this from
the old Trans Am,
up the road ahead
That cowboy just
Love Through Light
Because stars brought us together
The Day
When he touched her
She started to fall down
All she saw around was smoke
Grey,
mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking just cant be real
I dont need a record deal, I need
a nigga wanna dig up in they drawers
For the burner, catch a body
I got styles like karate
Jujitsu, when I hit you then I split you
Like a cantaloupe
Hope
flavor, make a nigga wanna dig up in they drawers
For the burner, catch a body
I got styles like karate
Jujitsu, when I hit you then I split you
Like
rappers ball, but they don't live phat
Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum
What we do has only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes
of fashion
Niggas keep stealin' my style, now we out here matchin'
I did it by being myself with no dramatic acting
I couldn't sit around and wait, I had
such a sweet devilish style
I'm out at night just to watch the light
That you shine around this lonesome old town
You walk in and you flash that grin
'09 style this time
(It's time to go in now, ya'll)
For real, making CREAM again, nigga, blaow!
(You already know, it's crunch time)
First of all,
Ain’t involved in shit, Milwaukee
The city, very homogenous
I think I find these
People obnoxious, noxious, toxic
Everybody around us, hot shit
Better
institutions on the urban side
Every perfectly paved pathway is a courtesy
That lets us coexist with what they call, divine
Playgrounds, pavilions, park
around the corner looking funki fresh.
This new jack babe started popin' a mess.
Steady trip, cause I didn't call her last night.
I kindly pulled her
hangin' out at the pool
We were the best of friends but things just changed
The years went by and by and our lives got rearranged
The girl I once knew
Is
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
(There's gonna be a killin after midnight)
Say what?
Niggas bustin caps on a Sunday
I'm ridin through the park with my white six bloody
I know that I'm free
By any means no doubt
And I been tryna keep my feet on solid ground
And you know I need my weed just to calm me down
Cuz you
respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You
only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking just cant be real
I dont need a record
Trying to find my way around this amusement park
The ride goes up, down, spinning around
Feels like I'm losing as confusion abounds
I'm damaged goods,
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