Lyrics:
Is you rolling
Bitch I might be
Girl he geeked up
Bitch I might be
Yeah!
East Atlanta slum man is where I come from
Pass that bubble thrax
get none)
Let me take you back a little further than that
The Mothership Connection and the rest of the pack
But think back, when Bootsy's Rubber Band
ready to read
Oughta be a good night
We're live in three, two
Fuck, man, busted on a hot mic
Cuz it's a hurricane
A hurricane party
End days
Every other
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashin' of teeth
It is a weepin' and a mournin' and a gnashin' of teeth
It is a—when it comes to my
at the mass
I run it up
On the come up
We fuck it up
Blow up a bag in the truck
Finna get rich like the tails of the duck
Say they want beef well I don't give
Well the sun is burning down on the pavement
Money in the bank
I ain't gonna save it
Jenny's coming by
Hope she makes it
Jenny's coming by
Sure
Yeah
Hey
Me to the truck, truck to the road
Down the road to the party, yeah, here we go
Stop by your house, honey slide on in
Come on yu0027all,
water, splish splash
We on the hunt for some tens
Get in baby bring your friends
Everything on me designer brands
Drop the top cause I be throwin' bands
The party's back there
I'm talking about my house and not my brother's hair
We had the house where everybody came
We had the music we played the games
American women
They've all come here to Ireland
To celebrate their friend
We headed North to Donegal
Leaving Sligo behind
We'd been told that was where
the grades, felt like super cool
Every night could be a party where we battled Moriarty and sang it takes a fool
Getting into music, playing bands
Dreaming
We fuck then never respond
We car deep with the chrome (Deep with the chrome)
We taking souls
We party till they close
Any one here for the smoke
Fuck
Acting like a fool don't play by the rules.
Rock this club Diamonds on my necklace
Party all night I ain't trying to see the exit
Remy XO
havin fun with it
Fuck your opinion but
Come kick it if you fucks wit me, yeah
You could come kick it
Fuck with it
We should kick it if you fuck with it
(Based1 got them bands, ho)
Blue strips, I just make checks
I don't want lil' shorty if it ain't great sex
Take 'em out like Hardy, we like
the perfect sound
We played in barns, we played in stores
We played in halls, and outside of the doors
We played on parties, we played in schools
People called
sent
You is an Angel
And I am so devilish
You know I'm the man
Come correct like the president
Lets go blow bands the come back to my residence
We catch
hop sounds
Then the band starts saggin we was havin some fun
We had backyard parties, where we knew everyone
Richter had a nitrous tank and a keg on tap
(What's up?)
How ya doin' today? (Just great Shags!)
That's great, now let's give a hand
To Mickey Clark and the Gangsta Fun Band!
We'll be right
every death, there comes a rebirth/
(Chorus)
When I leave this life, a life leaves me/
We'll still be friends, yeah, we'll always be/
Born an MC,
We sip lean baby, come and pop this bean with me
Ball like Tracy McGrady, shut the fuck up, bitch, fuck you pay me
D&G on my baggy pants, independent
Down by the docks and only after dark
A place we can sneak to beyond the park
A little tin shack where lonely lovers meet
Out on the weekend
She
Gang inside the party, everything move
Gang inside the party, every -
I could probably show you something brand new
Look at what the bands do
Make
and a brass
Shoutout to my brother Berwyn
For keeping me strong
Everyone around us only had little dreams
Now they can't even imagine
The shit that we
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