Lyrics:
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Paranoia, turn my stomach, H1 Hummer, rough and rugged
Desert camo truck to the front, shirt unbuttoned, seat adjusted
One hundred miles per
comin' home from the Heat game (oww)
Make bitches nervous at awards, they want seat changes (facts)
Boss bitch, boy, I'm too dangerous
Make a trap nigga
regardless of what they told us
The jury's back and everybody's on the edge of their seat
They read the verdict and it says not guilty
And you expect that
the truth
the message they don't believe
subconsciously they deceive
abhor the changing of time
a government in decline
habitant in a void
floor seats for the whole damn season
She like ball players, but I play defense
She on her knees, hand on her chest pledge allegiance
Soul get taken like
a maybach truck with the heated seats
TVs and the seats recline
Bitches waiting for a nigga in a line
This little nigga speak he get hit with the nine
They
smack heem located in the drawer underneath the seat. Make sure you clear out all negative vibes because that'll interfere with the smacked experience.
know who I am
Why don’t they go away Just let me be.
Yea (Yes Sir)
Verse 2
All these people talk about the way it should be
And that the Government
me, call my government name
I never tucked my shirt in school, so why would I grow up and tuck my chain?
Hide my face like, "Fuck the fame"
Trustin'
who did it
I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS
I won't be satisfied til all my niggas get it, get it?
I need more drinks and less
inside your car, on yo' back, in yo' house
Get in a nigga's ride, the seat feel like a couch
Big cheese in my pouch
Bitch, if it hurt, say "Ouch"
Chorus:
When it's pop goes the weasel, let go of the easel
You don't want this rickety rackety life
It's seat of the trousers, it's all sink or swim, son
for coverage on the game
Hmm, and got the nerve to complain
They need to get themselves a front row seat
Or sink a baseline for a beat
Cause television
was underlined
These days gotta put me on Frontstreet
No cut scenes, just the one-shot
Call it Clifford, got the red in the front seat
And the loud
and forth within my room
Forgot I took the shrooms
And I straight up assume
The government is fucking with the moon
God damn
I'm only smoking top shelf
Rewind and feel the heat
Recline and take a seat
So, ah
Let's take it back to the concrete streets
Original beats with real live MC's
Playground
Rewind and feel the heat
Recline and take a seat
So, ah
Let's take it back to the concrete streets
Original beats with real live MC's
Playground
in no one but myself
What happened to your honesty
Did it take a back seat to your greed
Forgotten case you've found out you need to live a lie
To appreciate
The blessings and the covenant
So fuck the government
Rules and regulations
The shit I say
Won't get no play
On radio stations
But I'm speaking
Brother, times are tough, no one's got enough
The Depression is in full swing
And to make things worse, we're all under a curse
Of the government
at the mosque
But here there's only one and a government preacher talks
Which struck me as odd but nothing could prepare me for
A big ass mob chanting "death
Move over,
Move over.
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah.
Move over,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
No man made laws,
No government rule,
Broad concepts are makin' fools
down
Get up!
[Stic.]
Honestly, I'm against this government
I ain't gotta cover it up, that's what I meant
Sick of payin bills and I'm sick
it to me
The Jim Carrey of this rap shit, makin niggaz laugh
At you dirty MC's, need to go and take a bath, uhh
Take a seat 'n, ain't no competin
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