Lyrics:
Home Cafe
Now my daddy was a music lovin' man
He stood six-foot-seven, had big ol' hands
He'd lost two fingers in a chainsaw but he could still play
did, like my name was Kodak
Ya bitch keep callin'
I ain't call that hoe back
Straight up out the NO, trappin' out the six
Xannies in my mouth screaming
Fuck up the city (Ya)
Fuck up the city I'm with it
And you bitches hate it
He call me big tigger
he like how the kitty go it
Throw some bands and
Watch
Cuz you know I do it big like notorious
On your hand, I put a hundred carrots
Monolo shoe fit baby wear it
Back and fourth to Paris
Watch these haters
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
and the Master of Fun
My rap technique is most very unique
Your toes start to squeak, by the way that I speak
My rhymes are more sporty than the ESPN
Every second, every minute
Man, I swear that she can get it
Say if you a bad bitch
Put your hands up high
Hands up high, hands up high
Tell 'em dim
well
When I come around I’m blazing a L
Yu turtles won’t drown but I’m breaking ya shell
No Lisa Turtle get saved by da bell
I got da hammer don’t get ya
Hands and Say "All Right"
3-0 To The Broad DayLight
It's The Nazz, My Mellow, What He Look Like
With ya On The Mike
Let'sa Rock Y'all, A Let's Rock
down now to keep it real
Open up ya chest and ya learn how to feel
A big bleeding heart go thump thump thump
And a big 'ol love that's how ya overcome
World Watching (WWW)
Everybody, stand up!
THIS IS THE REVOLUTION!
Hands up
HANDS UP! High! High!
This is initiation
Keep all your opinions and your
Ride that wip that the ballers drive
Big GT Royce Chevy that's ridin' high
Swang on 'em when you ridin' by and I'm gone
Where do we go from here
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun
Nigga bust it
Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya
Big Poppa, breakin you off somethin proper
Signin off is the hardcore rap
Why I keep coming up
They work hard for me to fall
Fuck this nigga eating
I'm munching big bucks BITCH
Fuck ya soufflé talk
hear it
At least you can brag to ya friends back at the gig"
But he got me out my mama crib
Then he help me get my mama a crib
Big brother was
hear it
At least you can brag to ya friends back at the gig"
But he got me out my mama crib
Then he help me get my mama a crib
Big brother was
the coke and
All the money in the spot
Act funny, get shot
Nigga, hands high
And I hope none of y'all niggas got plans to die
We can't stand goodbyes
of quicksand
Bad decisions left ya man in a big jam
On the run for a stint but probation broad day clappin no standing ovation
You gotta think quick palms
Well let's burn until the sun burns your eye
& keep burnin' 'til it sets on the Westside
Just ride & stay high all night
Let's just ride & stay high
Well let's burn until the sun burns your eye
& keep burnin' 'til it sets on the Westside
Just ride & stay high all night
Let's just ride & stay high
got ya check up
And you know that fun isn't cheap
My trips is expensive
My weave is expensive
But you know dat lovin is free
Yeah I'll be in love for
the meters
Everywhere we go they throwing up they hands can't wait to meet us
High Potential catch me banging in ya speakers
Junkies waiting at the door this
get your hands high
And tonight it's no stress get your hands high
If you with who you love get your hands high, get em up
Keep a good time on stand by
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