Lyrics:
backed up and stuck with all your friends
Okay now back to the story I was missing
Had me stuck up in the shop
Heard the guns
They were clicking (Pow, pow,
Light all blue, what it do fool?
Big ol' trucks, big ol' guns
And you can bet yo' ass we don't run (we don't run!)
I keep an ice cold beer and two
Yeah, yeah (I jumped the gun)
LE Top Shotta (YGA)
Bomb like Al-Qaeda (had to put a real shooter on this motherfucker)
Finale, finito, uh (gang,
standing tall
You are my Wonderwall so lovely n bizarre
By now you should know just what to do
Kiss me so I know you love me too
Kiss me So I'll know your
and lease the whip
But If you gotta stunt
Then shop by the residual
But take a hint from me
And start ya LLC
Take that Jordan money
Make it mortgage money
smoke a lot
Flippin flu flams get it out a blue Pam
I just popped two addies caught a body
Ima maniac
I'll shoot you out yo mama house so don't forget
And I be shining that's why N***** don't like me
And i say we ain't worried about nobody
We got a whole lot of gunners with us so you get clapped you
chains
Enslaved by an a image to look great an amaze anyone
Who showed hate in a way Rated passed n I pushed faith
Away
(How did you get here)
I let
a son by this bitch he dated
Shorty waited for two dead case kid
He'd get them niggas kids if he couldn't get them
Then one day out of the blue, BAM!
rose and my bitches tho
These mothafuckas keep poppin’ molly
Broccoli in my pocket's pocket
Oxys and my pocket's brolic
Smoking heavy in my Impala chevy
Who's that peeping in my window?
Tense up leaning back rolling Indo
Blue lights roll up with the guns pulled
Dear God I hope and pray to see
smell the roses
I think I smell the roses
But then again, it could be heavenly blues
Gone off the Morning Glory seeds is true
I water these seeds for you
'Cause I done seen this type of thing before
Just hangin' out by the corner store
Stick up kids wit them guns galore
Layin' there, body down, stretched
up
The west coast still dippin
Game still bloodin'
N snoop still crippin
So what you saying loc
Red and blue bandana tied in a knot
As I creep
bitch had me blew (blue)
N i coulda keep going
But
Fuck the violence *violet*
Ooh
And i got me
On par
Wit the greats
And i’m bumping this
Shit
MTV with Kurt Lod'
With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks
Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle
You the type of n****s puffin in
seasick
No mo V6
New blue V8
Knew from the jump i’d grow up n i’d be great
…
Drip so easy
When you get the bread n the dough n the cheesecake
Get it by
'cause I'm blinded by the Son
Okay, bred from the 6, I'm Jordan with the brand, son
Hail from the L.I., 3-1 after 6, son
Dodge a Tech N9ne like everybody
Inhale
Exhale
Stellar night
Bushwick
West Santa Monica
Guns in the pulpit
All that I need to get by
All that I need to get by
All that I need to get by
to the floor, I got ten toes down
My name is Sam Young
What's my name?
My name is Sam Young
Cowboy son of a gun
And I sing the blues, give you all the news
With
And she down to ride till I die
Green with the blue F and N
Yea she like my gun
Ima keep her in my side
We got out to eat and we vibe
And I let her drive
everything goin haywire
You lauged before let's see you laugh now blue cow
How now black cow
Word to bird
Word to bird
Word to bird n****
[Chuck D]
on yo head might tip a rose
Needing no help blue beam on his nose
Why yo mindset fucked up chasing these hoes
Got blues in a magnum mhm fuck these hoes
The antique people are down in the dungeons
Run by machines and afraid of the tax
Their heads in the grave and their hands on their eyes
Hauling
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