Lyrics:
32 inches around, my neck
Guerilla Maab, all in my deck
Dougie D and Trae, just wrecked
A skeet taste, on 3D-2
Slowed down and chopped, by DJ Screw
Me
like a steering wheel
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Papoose]
I got a damn good lawyer
(Yeah!) The best management and the realest DJ on the streets (Drama
Ya By my Kumba linx
The youth grew me
The work I do four em
Add 2 me
Spikes depiction of the Windy City really
Blew me
Coming from A-MC who went to see
Or next to the DJ
Rock the P-ARTY
The freaks I see
Know they steady watching we
When we roll
Screw a dress code
We walk in free
They say that's probably he
Big Hawk, DJ Screw, Big Moe and Pimp C
I'm a Shine for my city fuck them haters talkin' down
So holla at a nigga when you see me walkin' round
07 was
ooohhh!)
If you ain’t got no plans you should stand by the man
Yeah! (Yes chump you should shake my hand)
Yeah! (Yes chump you should shake my hand)
Yeah!
Zombie
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
1st Verse
Talk about judgement day the news said lock-up
than new shoes
Women coming by the flock I'm trying to buy me a coupe
Two seater no need for no one else
But me and you
They come around cause I'm
Errrrr screw it
They're cloning people
Wake up
You've been seeking thrills for so long, haven't you
THRILLHOUSE
I can tell you right now, I can tell
reception
I'm crazy, I'm goin’ ballistic for the gravy
I'll let it go in your biscuit
From the screw face, cat black
You know that I'm twisted, stupid aim
My
glock leavin victims wit stitches/
they in obituaries identified by they pictures/
can't be no dj if he ain't scratchin wit mixers/
my rhymes cappable
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
Yea its the DJ Khaled the Don Dada the big dog pitbull the Terror Squad-ion
Aka the Beat Novakane I'mma problem my album drops June 6th listen
Now
benvenidos, by popular demand
It's the most requested DJ from the east coast
Io canto, en el nombre del padre, hijio, e del el spirito santo
I'm half Indian,
through a Hawthorne Heights album without sobbing
Girls keep breaking up with me, it's never any fun
They say they already have a pussy, they don't need
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
what?
Dj lord gimme that cut
Bring that beat back
That's whats up
Feedback from truly
Freedblacks
Gotta think outta this
Box of hard knocks
the dissin'
Listen I'm missing screws
I ain't got it all
I get to tripping and blick the tool (B'rrt)
I told you niggas I'm a different dude
("Uh!")
Niggas do
Christian?
(No, me ah Muslim)
Me did ah go tell you read yuh Bible
But alright, go read yuh Quran
(Respect DJ)
(By di way me love di album) Mad
(Me
to present his new album, "the pink moon"
So if you're feelin' blue, you already know what to do
DJ Azul
Watch me, watch me
Tryin' no longer just to fit in
He give me the ducks, I know that they're mighty (DJ Chameleon, DJ the million)
Yeah
Oh shit, man, who that is?
Shoutout Migos, shoutout Zaytoven
an underdog
Five albums, all of them are flops
Slept on by a lot of blogs
Fake friends, all of them are blocked
Family members that I still avoid
My new girl
deprived because I'm paranoid, I gotta watch my back
It doesn't matter where I'm at, I'm dropping albums back to back
Compare me to a beast, I'm equivalent
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