Lyrics:
they'll say Adios
Wave goodbye from they patios
Hear me on the radio
I am a star, no cameo
Another day at my daily job
Where the earnings don't feel worth
Isle
Will be back after this message don't touch the dial
Rarely do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my musket (blaow)
Melons get
back
I trap by day, boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you
melanin
Chillin' at the function with my, cousins and relatives
Long as I'm livin' you will never see the death of this, L.A.!
We came, to funk you up
and I'm still checkin'
The dopest motherfucker that you're hearin' on the record
It's me, you see, S-N-Double-O-P
D-O-Double-G-Y, the D-O-Double-G
I'm
what it is
Place the rest on the shelf
Don't try to figure it out
Let it happen by it'self
Get funky come feel the funk
Get funky hell yeah
Get funky
your ride
I'll never get by on just enough
I'm still reachin' out, he gets to touch
You got me on the side with half a love, oh
But now I can see
consider the unparallel advantage
Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage
Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funk
I smoke the feet of the skunk,
it, bro
See my crew member's out from one window
2020 rising grime rate, Covid 19 flow
Spit mad massive mind state, fuck it
Puisi ludah mantra kata MVL
vision
No warm welcome for mother and son
Just
The rank smell of ass-crack, funk, and cum
But Mommy's prayerful strength-her best defense
She,
Introducing funk from the yard, collecting strictly knockouts
The broters I sparred, which only means the man got nothing to prove
On a power move
vision
No warm welcome for mother and son
Just
The rank smell of ass-crack, funk, and cum
But Mommy's prayerful strength-her best defense
She,
Fully aware that I'm indignant thanks for always telling me
Been standing on ground that's hallowed by the assholes in the gallery
Placing my trust
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
an girls listen to me
It is I that you see
Gettin' high niggas be
Gettin' by on these streets
Do or die on these streets
Hit 'em high meet defeat
Wit'
about the Zig-Zag smoke
See it's a West Coast thing, where I'm from
And if you want some, get some, bad enough, take some
But watch the gun by my side
Don't you think it's about time
That you made up your mind
And see it for what it is
You took a trip down the wrong path
Just do the math, but don't
hot
If you're not original rockers you will get shot
Down by the kids neglectin' your art, the stuff you did
Eventually it get so bad puts you to bed
and I'm still checkin'
The dopest motherfucker that you're hearin' on the record
It's me, you see, S-N-Double-O-P
D-O-Double-G-Y, the D-O-Double-G
I'm
in ya track
Well
Gunshot for the young yacht owner
See there's everybody else then there's one top loner
First place is often the worst place
But
the bass
Get down to the sound cuz the Slum is on the tr-ace
Don't worry about the Sobe cuz the Slum is on the c-ase
Dirty District, dusty music
The funk
of flattery
Doin' the buck 10 chrome skating on the battery
My, clutch burnin' on top of the world turnin'
Rippers is just learning by stacks I been earnin'
Stabbing pillows with a knife
You can ask me why would I
Eat this shit until I die
Catch a tiger by its toe
Here's a nightmare cameo
If you holler you can
Changin' over foodstamps, and hittin' a lick was next see
I'm just a playa like that, my jeans was sharply creased
I got a fresh white t-shirt and my cap
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