Lyrics:
worried 'bout that
I'd rather be loved by legends with careers that really last
Than accepted by some weirdo on YouTube with a podcast
Retired, now I'm
Yeah, huh, big fat machine pon di idiot (huh)
Big fat machine pon di idiot (pow)
I got posted on my eye like, "Oh, well"
You die, try to pull up
what you're talkin' bout
And my eagle, still got it all in the bag, B
All you did was play possum
Yo, come on
Six hundred Cuban cigar in the big tub
bass we uhh, big cheeks
with a blast headin straight for the nut, big A&H
got some bitches all in the cut, it's that season
Drop my number to the hoe
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time
how I do for my brothers (yeah, yeah, oh)
Chiraq career, they got me on papers, I'm stuck in the zoo for the summer (yeah, yeah, oh)
Ain't talk to my
Huddie Ledbetter was a helluva man
Huddie got his music from the
Heart of the land in his voice you could
Hear John Henry's hammering
While his hands
They were scared down in their holes
The forest that once was green
Was colored black by those killing machines
But she and her furry friends
Took
This song is dedicated to my man Tupac Shakur, rest in peace!!
Notorious B.I.G., rest in peace!!
And all my other homies that have died
in
That Yo Yo funk, that's what it is
(You gotta put me on) (Damn Yo Yo)
Givin' it to you (Oh Yeah)
(Slam the D's on the Benzo, pancake by the gate)
Keep the change, got to go
Flirt, tryna talk dirty
Georgia-bred, you can tell by my Hawk jersey
Hit me up if you get off early
Then I dap out, so
of the road I got a smile on my face and I'm never coming to never coming to never coming to ...double time working machine I had a big bad plan it was a real
dances
I've gone lining up for shows
I've been safely placed in rows
Sure I know how it goes
Another day goes by
Little time machine
I'm breaking my brain
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
of the big screen danced in her head
'In a matter of time' she said
Jessie never got her Hollywood role
And the pogo nights have taken there toll
She can
[Run-D.M.C.]
Inconceivable, unbelievable
Grammar like a hammer information receivable
Sent by the Lord, here and abroad
With words well adored
Oh my God, oh my God (you know I'm on the other, for the top 40)
Oh, my God, oh my God (we gotta do it like this)
We got the funk doody don shit,
the way that I live
Cops tryna separate us by the layer of skin
And we still making history it never a end
I got homies inna cell but we still locked in
Want it Long as you want it
She got the keys, told her unlock It
Oya unlock it
Durty gyration Durty gyration yea yea
Naughty by nature
She's Naughty
dice with they feet
Think they got the funk, that one fool got stomped out
'Cause he's a mark with a gun
The nosy bitch up the street called 9-1-1
circles
Around one big right wing
Yes, the left wing was broken long ago
By the slingshot of cointelpro
And now it's so hard to have faith in
Let me roll
We want your mind to blow
Just got some things to do
Back on the creep after losing some change
Seen my partner, Big Chief and James
talkin' 'bout a freak show
Yeah, big business
Pounds gettin' off, 24 Fitness
Case got beat, it was no witness
Opps beggin' Cee Land for forgiveness
"What's love got to do"?
When I'm ripping all through your whole crew
Strapped like Bamboo but I don't sling guns
I got bags of funk and
It's selling by
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