Lyrics:
(Clean)
Lil nigga thought I was a fuckin DJ
Damn we hit em wit remix (Get em outta here)
Aye Replay (Replay)
I Brought it back like a DJ (Bring it back)
Det
defeat
Don"t need you, fuck camaraderie, this rage will never go away
Hatred fuels my blood
I'll burn ya down (You can't help me)
One king to watch
the groove
And then he'll come back to you again
(Let it play!)
Let the music play
He won't get away
This groove he can't ignore
He won't leave you
chat to me
So w'appen Dre? Tell me wah di fuck ah gwan nuh
Creepin' down the back street on D's
I got my Glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
No
chat to me
So w'appen Dre? Tell me wah di fuck ah gwan nuh
Creepin' down the back street on D's
I got my Glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
No
Remix
From the bottom to the top, GO!
What's poppin' Uce?
I got the juice since Day One
So I only fuck wit my day 1's
So either you is or you ain't one
He got turned to a pack for a remix
Dropping disses back to back got him put on his back
You might want to step back and rethink that
When you come
Oh lord, won't you help me find my way
I'm down upon my knees begging for a better day,
I'm tired of living in this hell that I really made,
But I'll
crowded around me
Bound by the flow that I bring
So let's set this record straight
Time to set the record straight
You and me, we ain't nothin' alike
Let's
than
Two little piles, and rather than bring that one up, we decided to throw
Ours down. That's what we did
Drove back to the church, had
expectations
Sonder, it's the fuel for my motivations
I'm breaking free from the chains that hold me down
Writing my own story, wearing my own crown
Sonder,
If you don't smoke, then that's for them, put some drank off in ya chin
Remember back about 10, majors wouldn't let us in
Servin' school is
the back
I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at
Ridin', pass by while these niggas wonder why
I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's
through
To teach important things to you
He'll teach you things you won't forget
Like numbers and the alphabet
(pic of Herry monster in red-white
you thought of like juntao
When i spread with contact yall better fall back play by my new rules now
Since two thou i grew out you dont really want no
the tires, man I'm some fast fuel
Its up to God, man I'm gon' surpass you
We on the track too
Fuck on a groupie, man I call that fan fuel
Hand me the damn tool
and the stairway to hell
But this tune makes you float through the graveyards as well
Bring the ruin and the blows with these 8 bars I pen
Change the tune and I
All this space in my how it fuel me
All this space in my how it fuel me
Every time I lay down you swoon me
And if I don’t get up that’s okay
Okay
Oh
it sound like crispy 20's being counted out
Shout it out mayne we done made it through another drout
Celebrate haters cant bring me down if you
me
She asks for one more dance, and I'm like, yeah
How the hell am I supposed to leave
(Let's go, bring the beat back!) And I say
(Yeah!) Yeah!
the hood broke
A couple knew what they was doin', so they came back like good coke
Down south they'll tell you 'kiss is good folk (that's right)
Up north
that down, gat to gat combat military tactics
So watch your set, cause the gat's a constant threat
Bet that I won't have a problem with cueing my
talk you ain’t gotta speak
Bring food to the table or you ain’t tryna eat
If you don’t bring food then you dont need to find a seat
I can’t let them
down
Break It
Break it down Break It down
Break It
Let me see you wobble that butt
Like a big ass truck
Wont you back it
Then you shake it
Break it down
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