Lyrics:
On a train through the Bronx that will take you just as far
As the empty of a bottle to the highway of a scar
That stretched across the blacktop of my cheek
to the radio station
We were too damn cool
To buy the eight track tape
There wasn't any good time
To want to be inside
My mama want to watch that TV
All
Apocalypse Now
Mind over matter next batter be Tical
Put it on a platter how much uncut
Raw shit we dealin' wit, murder track what
Slang killin' it,
B.Geezy
It's cool whoa I'm waitin' to see my nigga L.Teezy
No bullshittin' I fuck bitches by the pack
Hoes be wishin' to watch t.v's in the Expedition
left, people on my right, all in my earhole
Make be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go
[Magoo]
It's Mag from your TV screen, buzzin off
bucks
My niggas
All we do is put down the smash
Why y'all player haters keep coming wit trash
I make everything you been looking for
Everything
Turn the track up a little bit
We need to rock in here
I wanna make you happy
Uh, I’m not at all happy or elated, this category ain’t my
nothing fulfilled
Off the pages and the T.V. screen
Another world where nothing's true
Tripping through the life fantastic
Lose a step and never get up
Jagger
Plus I'm rockin' rolling stones and
My money don't stop, boy
Used to ride in Pontiacs
Now I'm at the Body Tap
Shinin', standin' by a mami who
Can
man, you're in a gangsta scene
With a villain doin damage on a 24 track
With no confusion to finish my conclusion
Rythymatic rhymes from a radio cat
thought at night that comforts me is starving whoever's hunting me
Shit, lucky me, to be rich in a world where nothing's free
And separated from hell by
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
Margaritas tasted sooooo good
I lost track of how many I had
But the next day my liver reminded me
When you and your friend rode up
On your Harley's I wet
My
up, stand up
This track ain't asking you a damn thing
Not the brand name bottle with your champagne
Not where you land your private airplane
How many
breezy say she's all alone
Shawty, what you doin'? Won't
You come on over?
We can make a movie, TV show like Oprah
Girl, we can get it on until the passin'
Where ever I go
Shake, shake, shake
All the things in my room I
Brake, brake, brake
All the guys and the girls I
Make, make, make
Make 'em
gear
And T.V. shows 'bout idiots that think country is drinking beer
Sick of seeing skinny jeans smiling like a cover girl
I wanna see some kids
nervous
Well lets play it like you never heard the radio
Or seen the tv
See me for me
She smiled touchin my chest
Trigga you a mess
Baby im for real
She
twenties like a billion where I'm from
An arrogant drug dealer the legend I've become
CNN said I'd be dead by twenty one
Blackjack I just pulled in Aces
On my Vespa looking like a real playa
I could roll up to the club in a wheelchair
Look, he's still there
Get in our room
I walk up with your girl with
shirt
I got my eyes closed you could do your dirt
And by the way, do you still got that school girl skirt?
Like the cops imma watch her watch me
Shot with
jewelry
Blew the fuck out like Jesus gave it to me
Virginia's where my spot be, NSX car keys
Don't try to take em, I'm twin Glock-ly
Eat you like broccoli,
a nigga, just for thinkin' I'm done
Shut your trap, razor blade cut your wrap
Fat girls seen my comin', started tuckin' their flab
Rhymefest and Dirt Dog,
in debt, y'all
Soft as a giga-pet, you niggas can't see me
Unless you watchin' the TV or
Ultra huggin' my silhouette
My flow got the ceiling wet
I spit
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