Lyrics:
Woke up this morning my house was cold
Checked out the furnace she wasn't burnin'
Went out and hopped in my old Ford
Hit the engine but she ain't
Ranges
To leave them niggas brainless
All they tote is stainless
You just remain as
Calm as possible, make the deal go through
If not, here's 12 shots, we
Yo man, what you need?
Yo uh, man, I need something, man
I need a twenty, man
What you got, man?
I, I got this rope chain, man
Man, this look
where my angels at
Painful yet Mary I ain't Jerry Garcia, ma
Here but I'm grateful, chuuch!
We just might be OK, after all
Sun gone shine, on this
are you here? Are you here right now, huh?
We should all disappear right now
Look, you're gettin' all your friends and you're gettin' in the car
John Lautner coming your way
I know you like this beat 'cause Jeff been doin' the damn thing
You wanna turn it up loud, Future Nostalgia is the name
on (High)
The heat is on (You know)
Me and my two mans gave money twenty grand
For a scam that'll get the condo in the sand
And chances of gettin'
Uh huh, I see you lookin'
When we roll by, pussy still cookin'
Freaks get tooken when they lookin' for stars
If you don't like my face, bitch, look
were it started
The ghette south eight is my hood and my hearts with the
Ghetto,
Ghetto.
I can't get out of here
Ghetto
Nigga
Ghetto
I can't
to the next generation
But this champagne toast is short-lived
I got an empty crib in my empty crib
I only met you one time, introduced you to Saint Nick
I
cut this shit!
Man, what'cha gon' do now?
(What we're gonna do right here is go way back)
How far you goin' back? (Way back)
"As we go a lil'
choice
And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice
While I rhyme to the rhythm of a pop
Remember the first nigga to run is the first
owner? I'm a real live man
You a persona, now I'm a goner
Call my momma, and the coroner
Mr. Gun Man, your plan is workin'
'Cause niggaz is dyin'
yelling
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
Look inside of my soul and you can find
everbody flees.
& he catch black straight in his back, he on his knees.
Joe was bussin' like a fuckin Russian he barely escaped.
But his right hand man is
on (High)
The heat is on (You know)
Me and my two mans gave money twenty grand
For a scam that'll get the condo in the sand
And chances of gettin'
going to kill you
Slowly I turn, step by step, through the back window I crept
Silent as a mouse on the set while everybody in the house slept
I
funky Christmas
Ho, ho, ho, this is the MC Santa Claus and my elf, little Joe
Yeah, merry Christmas, merry Christmas, we gonna kick the ballistics
that anger and said, "I'mma put it into my music"
I tell people all the time, "If you don't understand my record
You don't understand me, so this is
groove a gut
On gets by when it's kept
Three miles to my step
Forgiveness to the foes is false
I cook goose and serve a plate
Position is opposed
for you
I said I'd do this for my culture
To let y'all know what a nigga look like in a bulletproof Rover
In my mama's sofa was a doo-doo popper
want me to watch my mouth?
How? Take my fuckin' eyeballs out and turn them around?
Look, I'll burn your fuckin' house down, circle around
And hit
police
He says now wait minute and I said naw you wait a minute
And then I say man this is my wife we had a life until you butted up in it
She cried out
formation
Or why I made such a rap creation
That is bound, to be reknowned
Within this city as a funky sound
And to those that try to put me down
My DJ
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