Lyrics:
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This land is owned by Carlos Estrada
Ni el jugo de tu vientre
Mientes cada mañana
Let lady live
Cuz they're killing us
don't lie
And if they stop makin cadillacs
I swear I'm gon die
And if the weed man don't have no more Onions I'm a cry
And if yif was a piff then id
toe to toe with my giants
I don't need five stones to take on Goliath
I don't wanna wander 'way from where my roots are
Don't need to complicate it
Kick It From The Root When We Break It On Down
Jimmy Smith Is My Man, I Want To Give Him A Pound
Chorus
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We bust raps like d-boys bust gats, we the type of people that don
called anybody baby since Birdman
Unless you're a swallow (ha-ha)
Word, Rick? Word, man you heard, but don't be discouraged, girl
This is your jam,
called anybody baby since Birdman
Unless you're a swallow (ha-ha)
Word, Rick? Word, man you heard, but don't be discouraged, girl
This is your jam,
made me do
You know in lust that there's always two, and shit don't pop up just outta the blue
She on this dick by choice, whatchu think I'm a pimp?
She
yo it's just really hard to ignore
Man, these people celebrating bringing cups of liquor
And these bitches going crazy saying (don't be shy put some
this Nina
Don't get yo heat up
Carlos, be careful, don't get beat up
Yo bro, tell the opps I can't meet up
Tote Betsy and Nina but I might try a Gina
shining
House party
It's what it's about
Dodging in the supermarkets like pac man not funny
Who runs the show I dunno some fat cat on the telly
Some mother
Pussy nigga (Who the hell is Carlo?)
Who the fuck I gotta' call to
Get this Draco in the party?
Who the fuck I gotta' call to get
Your bitch up off my
the C-P-T, Young G with heart, too
Oh we still party, but now it's part II and
I don't want to party wit' you, hell naw
'Cause bitch you scary
You 20
cheese, cheese, cheese
Now everybody just freeze, freeze, freeze, freeze
Now DJ bring the music please
[Too $hort]
I'm the life of the party
It don
hit the ground (uh)
When I spit, I mean it, man, I don't play around
Really going places, you can tell by my sound
I spend most of my time tryna write
In root to the basement, while Ant drives the vessel
All apologies to those insulted
By the repulsive vultures that fly loose when I'm seduced by
If police have tried to kill me, man, don't you act too surprised
There's a reason throughout history, legends suddenly die
Spilled my root beer on my
She don’t give a fuck
Told her leave her man at the crib she know what’s up
Come to my party
We can live it up
Girls in the party cuz they just want
like
Alright, work hard play hard, don't need no sponsor
Life of the party girl, you're sweet like sugar
Put the s in sexy girl, me love that figure
booty wiggle
Fresh drink by the pool, I got deep-spirited roots
No matter what you do, you can have your cake and eat it too
Several of the ladies are in
Ay, nigga pass me the blunt
(Go get the fuck outta here, oh shit)
Ay, pass this over here man, so we can just ciph you know what I'm sayin'?
Ciph,
Draggin’ all them bags
Verse 1 (Carlos Charm):
Shit I been hungry for real
I’m really fasting no solid food
Water, a somber mood, and solitude
A solid
(God and man) don't believe in modern love
(Modern love) walks beside me
(Modern love) walks on by
(Modern love) gets me to the church on time
and a hatchet
What's that? Some ill shit kid you can't match it
Don't even try to meet it cause you can't fucking catch it
(Aww fuck!) Baby you're shit outta
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