Lyrics:
Stop looking for something to say
I'm drilling i'm looking for pay
The villain is filled with the rage
The blaster he gonna let spray
Who's this
yeah the led heavy (uh)
Shorty look good in that bed ready (facts)
Made a few bucks moving medication
Circling blocks like I'm Andretti (wow)
Niggas want
I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah, fuck it
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket, abraca-fuckin'-dabra
The track is the blood, I'm
feel high post don't you play me close a dig 'em smack
A get you back and I'll hit with a dose of oaktown power
And charge you by the hour I'm shakin
I'm in her tummy, huh?
No, no, not no tummy tuck, don't give no fucks, don't give no fucks (Bitch)
This not no Giannis, get a Buck
Hard work don't need
to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe, kinda down or not
I'm rollin' with tha fool Crunchy and we got them Glocks
Backed up by the .45 and the .38
OPEN UP YOUR HEART
(Buck Owens)
« © '66 Blue Book Music »
Open up your heart and let my love come in
Open up your heart and let my life begin
flowin', I'm turning niggaz into Jesse Owens
Cock the four pound, keep it going, I'm in your dresser room layin'
You bitch ass niggaz just start prayin'
that's a real rap nigga deal
In 99 I'm droppin niggaz like flies
Fuck flowin, I'm turning niggaz into Jesse Owens
Cock the four pound, keep it going,
gonna feed my baby?
And I think I'm goin' crazy 'cause my hair is gettin' thiner
I've been drinkin' on the daily, I can hardly remember
I got, bad
men don't understand and get clapped on, now I'm reloadin
Automate and keep it goin, right and exact
Runnin track like I'm Jesse Owens, catch em
a buck fifty
Here's a token
Ramp is smokin'
I'm no joke and
I leave your face broken
This is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics
me
While I dey think about accomplishment
I'm gonna let life take its course
Let life take it's course
In full harmony
With the Universe
Let life take
out yea take my final bow
Would stumble in the dark now it made me
Lost and found and I'm only living unbound
Wading in that water neck was waist deep
to blow up
Fuck on your baby
She like my navy
I'm in my zone don't show off
So don't you play me
I'm on my fetti
And I'm gonna rage
I'm gonna rage
I'm gonna
The name is Groovy Kush I'm about a thousand bucks
I don't give a fuck, cuz you're out of luck
Groovy Kush! (Groovy Kush!)
You motherfuckin' flying
And still ain't get they bucks up
I'm like wassup, nigga get your bucks up
Time's up, I'm not gonna check up
Fuckin with my dawg, get you wet up
I'm like,
know why I do this?
Ima buck 120
Known to keep things bloody
Do you like scary movies?
My name is Billy
I'm told that I got some issues
They say I'm
Fetty's gonna rob him
I got a Glock in my 'rari, seventeen shots, no thirty eight by two
I'm like, yea, she's fine
Wonder when she'll be mine
She walk past
crime
He's now In his prime
Divided by mine
Took to many dimes
Im feeling my sign
You sour like limes
You reading my lines
I had to refine like a million
continue to make that two bucks change
'Cause I had to make those lames change so I could play in the game
By Dig Dugging their resting places in the dirt
Ah
Whoa
Oh
Yeah, yeah
Mama had five boys, me, I was the middle child
By the age of thirteen, bitch, I was young and wild
Caught my first
to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe, kinda down or not
I'm rollin' with tha fool Crunchy and we got them Glocks
Backed up by the .45 and the .38
attention
Your thirst quenching
From the words
I'm inventing
The first sentient
That the earth's gonna mention
When it comes to this worldwide
Hip-hop
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