Lyrics:
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
Confidentiality, all my plans to get richer.
Then I, Master my role as my plan unfold.
Right moves, make sure the left hand don't know.
Words from a wiser
to the LBC
Where L.A. piss poison pours out to sea
We float on wondrous clouds of combusted weed
More dope than Chong ever toked with Cheech
Picture Ricky like
black brothers are still incarcerated
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock
Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks
Look up in my
wrist's all froze
Champagne's in my glass
I'm surrounded by hoes
You know you know
You know that I fuck shit up
You know you know
You know that I fuck shit
I can rock you all night long, SHE'S
On my tip, she love my song, HE
Tried to do it but did it wrong, FREAKS
Want to get my all alone, but I'm
white 'cause I never had options
Just profit, no losses
Why would I sign for less than a mill'?
I had to trap and break down these boxes
Count up
quit swanging on my sack.
I roll a hundred niggaz deep, bitch it's hammer time.
So that's a bag divided by a hundred Everytime.
Everybody getting paid
Countless arrows
Aiming straight at my bones
Things I used to die for
Not more than shadow now
All the silence
Went too far from its cage
Bringing
all the pins out of your voodoo doll
And your loving was filled with soul
The band was playing rock-'n-roll
You danced all through Friday night
Only
nights out and we
Bring them bikes out
You could turn the lights out cause
We got all this ice out
We up in here serious going crazy
Young boys getting
touched, bitch
Hoes, hoes, money, roll
Mr. Whup-Ass done stepped in the do'
(Bone crusher)
Bring the pain, to your skull
Y'all niggaz don't want a fight,
wonder
Where they lunch at i already come for that
I ain't find comfort at
Any spot less than the top
You niggas had it but ya records done flop
So I
your class in dead weight
Ain't no fire escape from hell, every devil ain't pale
I blast like H.G. Wells: "War of the Worlds"
Allah is Lord of all
the neighborhood (yeah)
It's hard playing hero livin' less than a zero (uh-huh)
Raging Bull like DeNiro, the modern-day pharaoh (yeah)
A concentration camp with
the neighborhood (yeah)
It's hard playing hero livin' less than a zero (uh-huh)
Raging Bull like DeNiro, the modern-day pharaoh (yeah)
A concentration camp with
used to not mean anything, but it really means nothing now
Nothing means anything anymore
Everything is less than zero
And I know it won't do much
lift me up and let me stand
Higher
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus' blood and righteousness
By faith on heavens tableland
Higher
On Christ
lift me up and let me stand
Higher
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus' blood and righteousness
By faith on heavens tableland
Higher
On Christ
You'll get by without me if you want
I could be the one to take you home
Baby we could rock the night alone
If we never get down it shouldn't be the let
[Featuring Spice 1]
Verse 1 (C BO)
We got the warehouse packed from Lamborginis to Lacs
More ruby an flame pack than metro rap
Got keys
the roll you gon' play the coal in the winter
And if you get another fuck it, fuckin
no less than her circumfrence then I'm hosted in another bucket
I be
Heaven or hell is a choice
Rather get drunk with the boys
Rather go cop a rolls royce
I think my ears starna pop from the noise
I spent last Saturday
I don't touch dog hoes, dog hoes got fleas
I'm from wear they rock ski masks
And nobody rides skis
Every time I spit a verse my city like preach
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