Lyrics:
O.D.'n on this one fleein all eyes seein
Dominant supreme being face the mental
Deep concentration break the point on a pencil
Keep my cliches
me she loves me
I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5, and I
Stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
I ain't got time for love i'm tryna get mine
And I
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
[Verse 1: Mack 10]
I jump out the blocks like ready! set! go!
Check all my traps and dodge the fed co
I'm all about the mix like a f***in collage
pain
Can't wait until my son shine and together we reign
My queen's by my side like Manhattan
Fuck rapping, this is poetic conviction
My rendition is
Yeah
{He's the master of the game!}
From the South Bronx
I've been doin this
{All the girls know his name}
All the way from the Northeast
wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R.I.P.
That's right there nigga, nigga
doin', get-it get-it while you can
By the eighth, by the ounce, when it's gone I'ma bounce
It's the F-L-A-V, no if's or maybe's
You know what I do,
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in
blessings by the plenty
Know I cannot complain, but gotta watch out cause I know they envy
Keep my name up in the mix, I keep it clean, they can't throw no
gonna change
And even when things go wrong, they're always by my side
We each bought a ticket for this ride
We're only going one way,
Ain't no
right by my side
Or the way that you smooth out the ride
It's not the way that you keep the beat
On or off your feet
It's not the way that you always
inside (jump inside)
The highway's rocky every now and then (yeah yeah)
But it's so much better then where I've been (oh)
Just keep movin' at your own
it
Twist and it tumbles, it
Flips and it fumbles, I
Mix it like gumbo, I
Pitch it so suttle, I
Keep hustle so pother feds I got'em wondering
heat his ass up with the toaster
Got a model with vitiligo
She got a condo out in Cabo
Got a side hoe, for my side hoe
I get high the most, mix my
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we'd spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven
Noise
Of a hawk grippin' a Roc in it's Talon
Infinitely Groovin' keep it movin'
Infinitely Groovin' keep it movin'
Infinitely Groovin' keep it movin
gringo
You see I've never been a smoker
I'm just your neighborhood dealer
And I'm tryin' to keep my block sold up
Tryin' to keep my block sold up ohhh
Countin' up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin'
Countin' up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin'
Countin' up hundreds by
Ooooooooooooo....killa [x2]
If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's ride
Tony Tone roll with Bone on the dark side
But when
to be free
Just open your mind and relax with the Peas
Let us call our mellow crew, help you out to peep the ease
Like a thirty-five mile cruise,
gotta suffer?
Earth is no more, why don't you burn this mufucka?
(I don't think I can find a way to make it on this earth)
I beat yo' ass, keep
never accomplished right so I gotta let that go
And keep movin yeshua illuminate my path
And keep me tuned in so much negative around for me
To still get
too familiar with this shit
My nigga I'm straight ya dig? please believe that shit man, hey!
[Chorus 1: T.I.]
You can keep the car, the clothes,
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