Lyrics:
could touch that bitch
Shoes my Maurie, piss by the month, he cut shock shit
Anything from my hoes when I ask, I get it
In the Cadillac I kick it,
tricks
You worried bout my old shit but now I'm on some new shit
Had to leave my old hoe I went and got a new bitch
Bro went chopper shopping yeah he said
Murda, Murda, Murda shit
Ayy
420 up in London
I'm a problem, called her a "bust man"
Me and Murda, we up to somethin'
I was on the hound
basements
I scratched records and performed a few tricks
KDC mix let the Black man talk shit
Pumpin the new sounds town to town
Who holds it down like
back by break of day
I'm going your way anyway
And if you'd like to come along
I'll be yours for a song
I know you are waiting and I know that it
say I died dead in the streets
Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach
Chillin, sittin on about half a million
With all my niggaz, all my guns,
time plays foolish tricks on you
I guess I'm sorry that, I was never there for you
Lay with me here, time always did have it in for you
A couple
Ghetto Prince Charming spark bitches like a flame
Jumpin' out front, I'm leaving lames behind
Fresher than a Ziploc, I'm back on my grind
Ain't no one in
keep me down 'cause I'm too high
Last year was a bird, that shit flew by
I feel like a dragon yeah that blue eyes
Hop in that coupe let's go
Pull up with
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name
I told her call me daddy
Trick nigga if you tell me
You're going to see me go wild out in public
I'm Clowning
I'm Clowning
I'm Clowning
I'm Clowning
Bro! I get down, baby. I get down
I'm Clowning
I'm
alright
La la la la New London calling
Blue and red lights
In the daylight
You got me running down State Street
You can't trick me into leaving
You know
TONY ALVA
HEY KID IN THE STREET
I’M VERY PROUD OF YOUR BRAND NEW TRICK
TAKE YOUR SKATEBOARD COME WITH ME
WHY DON’T YOU SHOW ME SOMETHING MORE
READY
see me
I heard a snicker, a laugh, I take a look at the evenin' news
An' see a n**** gettin' cuffed by the boys in blue
Is it a frame up? Tryin'
I'm attractive, I'm handsome, I'm gorgeous
But back in the day you used to say you can't afford this
I wreck shops and got props from New York to Cali
Can't help but
Falling for the same old trick again
I crawl I walk I trot I run
You always seem to
Pull me back in
I keep telling my friends that
blazin' the gun
And all that good stuff, six-three walk with a strut
On these New York streets like baby what
Anything can happen, it usually does
I'm
to fry your fiber-optics
Watch this magic trick
Quickly cut this bitch in half
Then walk off colder than a winter draft
Ask Mulder and Scully, Deck's
water
Heated like I'm underworld
Hide my tattoos in Shibuya
Police think I'm of the underworld
12 treat a nigga like he twelve
How you looking up
blind to these lies, they die younger
In this New World the Order slaughter men, women, and children
Ten feet gates surround the building keep us
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
anything goes
'Cause I'm all about fun on the run
I'll just take each girl one by one
I'n not the type to be tied up or tied down
There's enough
With double ? I got a ? in the garage
And ready to mob, so get the fuck up out of Dodge
Before I trip, and slap yo' ass with this new grip
One slip
of Vegas butt-naked in a ditch
(That's right) By now you can see that I'm global
Slappin MC's for the dreams that they sold you
And all the false
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