Lyrics:
rappers try to faze me
They must be crazy messin with the Books and Drayzie
Big-up to Jersey and my people's out in el-a
Well-a hell-a can never cut
been climbing the mountain
Never know
Yeah I been a vibe
Stay up where it's cloudy
What I'm rolling from pacific
But I be on the Atlantic
Can you manage
affection I put blame on myself
Troubling times for my circle watch me get it together
Rise with each other come see this rose up in the concrete
Ties with my
caught up too caught up in the music business.
I had a lot of high hopes for my first record deal. I cut so many records with groups they were trying
by the rhododendrons
Where the roses are in bloom
Looking out at the Atlantic ocean
And in her head she hums this tune
Thank God the dark nights
A song from my album that will probably never release
Just in case you wanna sing along
I've got expensive habits
Fuck it up quick like a rabbit
You
Atlantic
Big Body Benz, and the choppa gon do damage, bitch
Cheese up in my jeans, but I ain't sagging
The money talking to me like "Alo?"
A nigga speaking
impress niggaz who speak to God
We get jams to make a tuna melt
Held down by the BEP, we strictly, new getty
Two-fifty up in front of the mic, so what it
strictly, new getty
Two-fifty up in front of the mic, so what it look like?
[Chorus]
Fredo starr Still shifty a nigga running like they sean godzilla we gat mac guns and Aretilla We dripped up spilling guts grazing Niggas get shoot
spend way too many hours grinding up in Minecraft
I glide over to your block
I'm breaking every single block
Ima cast your crib in lava yeah your home is
reaching high,
And Pearla, from across the sea, lighting up the sky.
In the sands of the desert, your love quickly bloomed,
Adventures together, under
by the river
We recovered by the sea
Began recalling our songs
And the magic wrapped up in the mystery
We got this
This Atlantic West Coast Vibration
made a thousand
Only took a day for the album
Better make way for the outcome
Smoke sorbet move mountains
Rolled up cake, I'm captain
Balmain draped
feelings all 'round this bitch
Fuck around and you get murdered, you know I hit your ass with that switch
We caught up in killin', I know they don't feel
do-or-die, homicide
But tell me the reason for lost lives
Could it be we all caught up in a scandalous system?
Fallin' through the cracks, blinded by
I cross the Green Mountain
I sit by the stream
Heaven blazing in my head I
I dreamed a monstrous dream
Something came up
Out of the sea
Swept
nothin' but love
Hosted by the ladies who lookin' for somethin' to rub
When we roll out, we roll on dubs, rollin' up bud
The Theodore Unit, we
the baking soda whipping up kids
It's a drought without water, the soil can't crack
Water in the duals makes loud glass packs
My family know me by Earl
I'm the Biz Markie, I'm known for beatboxin' and rap
And now it's time, to put Long Island on the map
And lettin' you know, that it'll put you in
tell me what's up with all that
Is it even safe for me to be in here
Tell me where so and so is at
Are we really playing phone tag games
Can you just me
monster ripping rappers from they tonsils on some other shit
When i dump it pumping rugged up in Ya blubber bitch
From the gutter come to gut ya click no
heal it
That's the real Atlanta
Lot of rich white folks up in Buckhead, wanna steal Atlanta
Kill and destroy everything that feel Atlanta
Fuck that,
invite catastrophe
I'm enchanted by your offer
I would love to
I have contacts
Up and down
The north atlantic
I remind you
Of my father
That's his
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