Lyrics:
I'm chased down by your thoughts
We're talking too fast in an old and broken car
I turn the music loud, so i can block it out
And let it sink in
Am i
candy paint, sprayed by that Eddie
12 coats of that clear lookin' like some grape jelly
My paint's drippin' wet, my slab is superb
Park the truck
There ain't no trouble in rock (rock)
On every block (block)
Late for School, Late for Work
But ahead of these cops (cops)
My credit is shock, in
[ VERSE 1: Mike G ]
Remedies for house parties stayed simple and plain
Little wine, little music, little Mary Jane
Gotta keep the lights dim, so when
You're only gonna get your feelings hurt, miss
And truthfully I really don't wanna have to diss
My music means everything to me, it's my life
So make like
play ping-pong from the noise
You can hear me from a block away
I'm sittin' next to your ass
And can't hear what you got to say
My shit is loud, my ears
Wearin' Barkleys, I just parked the 740 by a palm tree (that's real shit)
Stuck to the plan from out the sand, get rich and share it
When you a dope boy,
he met his Irish bride
And they rented a flat on the lower east side of Rome...
Italy that is
Music publishers, book binders, Bible belters, Money
[Talking]
This for the block, there's no place like show business
Hell naw nigga, I'm serious
I'm honored, I'm back
Take this muh'fuckin' rap money
else?)
How you mad I'm on the block with gremlins? (What else?)
War time, don't sit by the window (what else?)
This a Patek, this not a Cartier
Time is
Yeah, hustler music
I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida
And I swore that I would never hustle no more
But I
to shut down the block MMMMMMM
AK music, bombass trap wit put the deadanator to it
Niccas get rolled put the mask on and shoot
Street court nicca tell his
erase boards
I’m from the block if they don’t got then they’ll take yours
But I got another set of goals I gotta race toward
Being sketchy, gonna block your trace
16. This Ludacris stay busy , get out of the way
Hook: (La la la la la) we all beautiful, Caricature
( La la la
so Ludacris
Still talking bout prevailing been cool wit this
Four-wheeling off of the ceiling
Surrounded by light
Man the sky been appealing
Not
every room
And every room was big enough
To be Grant's Tomb
Someone grabbed me by the hand
And dragged me to the place
Where the music was
We were down
the name
When it's Too $hort baby, ain't nothing plain
Dangerous Music on the microphone
Makes you want to break your hip bone
Might break your leg,
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
give a fuck
Time after time I broke down before I ran it up
My granny told me nobody cares
Until you rich so suck that Sit up little bitch
Judge me by
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
a pistol motherfucker better kill me
You can never take the life of a real G
I'm up before sunrise first to hit the block
Lil' bad motherfucker with
I just wanted to use computers
i made it to the finish line first but lose a loser
i wanted to watch so i turned to rocks
like medusa the block
a fan and he lives for our music
It's the only thing that gets him by
He's watched us grow and he's seen all our shows
He's seen us low and he's seen
practice, hit chicks then I'm Casper
The church of scientology, feminine biology
Manic depressive psychologically, A.D.D. alive and we
Polluted by
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