Lyrics:
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
10:26 I could feel your face on my lips
I be waiting for a time to show you off on my whip
Like the 80's song we could ride on the back seat
fucking
master bedroom comes alive I see 'em in the walls
My house was built with more yellow bricks than the fucking Wizard of Oz
People say that its the easiest
moved under me
I put my feet on these niggas
They said wassup wassgood you'll never see me speak to these niggas
Used to run around the creek wit these
moved under me
I put my feet on these niggas
They said wassup wassgood you'll never see me speak to these niggas
Used to run around the creek wit these
the 'yes man'
I'm in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man
Pa-pa-pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club
on
To everybody else
Sit back, strap in, kick ya feet up
Let me take you on a little journey
First, let me introduce myself
Wrote my first verse
I was bout 10
I was born with a dick in my brain, yeah, fucked in the head
My stepfather said that I sucked in the bed
'Til one night he snuck in and said
for sure
Sure, they don't want to beef with my physique or my .44
Sure, life is sweet, I'm by the beach, sand all on the feet
By the seat, the time
your vanity
I'm fallin', and I'm drownin'
But you're takin' me
One thousand on my feet
Stacks spreaded on my seat
Ten thousand on my eyes
"Doctor I've got this feelin' deep
inside of me, deep inside of me
I just can't control my feet when
I hear the beat, when I hear the beat
I just
family
No friends
I started kickin' in them doors to
Help my mom pay the rent
Bedroom was in the basement
Studio in the den
I'm tryna get up out the way
crack Sam? Prepare to fuckin' die
Fuck Crazy Joe, my name is Crazy Flow
You thought I had eight, but I got ten mo'
Off beat and on beat, old school
Sam prepare to fuckin die
Fuck Crazy Joe, my name is Crazy Flow
You thought I had eight, but I got ten mo'
Off beat and on beat, old school like Beat
Aye, Man I'm gucci'd up
Shout out dapper Dan
I'm in a 2 seater
Leather made by dapper Dan
She got 2 feet up
Her coochie dapper Dan
I just hit
at the bathroom
Shit's bananas, baboon (Wanna fuck Eden Sassoon)
I wear what I want
Can even jerk off
Kick my feet up
Roll some weed up
I wear what I want
Can even
Mama why we live so poor?
Why you cryin? Heard you late night through my bedroom door
Now do you love me mama? Whitey keep on callin' me nigga?
Get my
in my bird of silver steel
Time after time
Ten miles high
I'm living my fantasies
At twenty thousand feet
It's the rushing of my blood
That makes
feet
Clear thewhole block both sides of the street
Even crips and bloods hear my thuds
Fee fy foe fum a n**** where you from "West-side"
[W.C.]
and change, the whole game on it
That means I'm on my feet and I can front the homies D
Break 'em off a couple of see, and double up they fee
Takin' over,
the whole game on it
That means I'm on my feet and I can front the homies D
Break 'em off a couple of C, and double up they fee
Takin over, shoot up they
At my ten year reunion, like look at me now
Having good sex on the reg
New Tempur-Pedic, my bed
All of my lawyers are black
Shit is ironic as hell
I get kissed by the sun
Each morning
Put my feet on a hardwood floor
I get to hear my children laughing
Down the hall through the
Bedroom door
be by my side?
You look like a really good dream
And I'm tired of relying on a screen
Miss Your warm legs between my cold feet
You look like a really
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