Lyrics:
as funny as Barbara Bush in a bobsled
Now how wrong can you be to think we play
Even a broken clock is right at least twice a day
So now ya feeling real
know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type
tonight"
So we journeyed to her house, one thing led to an other
I key in the door, I cold hit the floor, looked up and it was her mother
I didn't know
voices, they can make it major
I got my boys with me at least those in favor
And if we don't meet before I leave, I hope I'll see you later
Once I was
the streets like that
You know you the fashion type of cat
Always in stores, with major whores
Doing things, bling-bling.
West Coast runnin', lovin',
The roof off the whole school
Oh no, I won't turn the other cheek
In case ya can't see when
We burned the other week
Now we got 'em in a smash, blast
How
shot
Pram, pram
Jersey
We have a little shot
Fi the bad boy
Plus we have a little shot
Pram, pram
Fi the rude boy posse
Pram, pram
Fi Jamalski
by gettin' by
Polish up all your flaws, you can't be fuckin' around
Finally made it to the majors, stealing bases of course
Giving bitches your money,
(Here we are in this day and age still loyal to the state of confusion. Why
is it only tragedy when harmony unites the people of this nation. We
They say Bonnie get the loot
Sawed off Wesson in the boot
Endgame posse on the loose
Kiss the floor now
I might shoot
I might shoot
They say Bonnie
my posse (Posse)
Yeah Yeah Aye
It's funny how niggas be thinkin' that they got a gang
But we got a posse
Fuck up the bag in a minute
You niggas be
so nervous
I let it slip away
If I saw love in your eyes
Then I'd have to speak
If you said you loved me too
We'd have the love we seek
This is
own
Whether we did diamond or hardly sold
We did it for our soul
Hop out the V and park by Neiman Marcus
Hope I don't see a snatch and grab
They
Dean: "That's understandable. Well, I enjoyed meeting you. We'll be
Sending you our decision by the end of the month."
Buffoon: "I bet you got really
you cool with
I ain't nothing like them niggas 'cause they all illusion
I'mma roll some of this weed put my car in motion
Now we roller coastin'
now
You can ask Breed or Pac it don't stop
I ain't bull shittin' make a mill when I rock
Three players in the game and it's a major
Bitch you
Say goodbye to major badness
A strong gust of wind blows upside my balding head
Makes my balls shiver
Makes a lump in my hoaky bed?
Except for
inspired by my songs
We are Major
Them haters just died in your arms
Ain't got no time for the drama, we on the rise like a drone
Try be a clone, yo we
They don't shoot back, one shot, close range, red dot
Head tight, yeah, I did that, yeah, I live that
Call a Uber with my shooter, with a Ruger, we
weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin',
rap goddess
Cause me and pmd we get ours regardless
So get the bozack.. p..
[parrish smith]
Yo, time to get funky and raw
Stomp mudholes in posses
the dirt, nigga can't you tell?
Don't I ride by in that SSL?
Snoopy had to get it on, ball, beat ten of y'all
I'm just tryna show 'em how them men evolve
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
other rappers that get stuck in a time phase
Chorus - Wanted for ???, major operations, distribution (G. Rap is down
with a mafioso posse) Wanted
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