Lyrics:
the mix like gumbo
Now how can I stay humble
And make feddy by the bundle
Marv said we got bigger triggas
Mack we got bigger figures
Now
the mix like gumbo
Now how can I stay humble
And make feddy by the bundle
Marv said we got bigger triggas
Mack we got bigger figures
Now
I need the rocks with a twist
I need the booth for a bit
Please get out of the way
I need to spread my wings
I need to touch the sky
I'll always
on tha stage an rock on in the petty shirt
Let it ruff, ooh
Feels like anotha' one
Who you be? Mr. Shystie
The one who make you frown up like the lemon
whacked off the gate (whacked)
I mix purple codeine by the eight (codeine)
Wrap the scope, line him up like a tape (line him up)
Back to back,
To a zombie as close as it gets
Niggas hobbyists , go get a grip
I cant fumble, I empty the clip
If I tumble I crumble the mix
I might have to start charging
from Brooklyn, and I don't know the block
I met him at the flicks he commented on my rocks
We rolled back to back, while I was slinging raps
He was
Me and honeydip see eye to eye
And if I see bull, she'll walk on by
But that's not the style of the black child
Broke from the shine, I get it go
Uh yea uh
This shit raw no cut uh
Uh uh uh foxes only lets get it
I'm by the city so I ain't got the drakes I brought all the switches with me
They was some lost souls
Said I won't leave you but we split at the crossroads
I'm falling off but i'm attached by a long rope
Tears falling down
get it, I'ma champ
I gotta give thanks, ooh
I'm in my bag, clean mix
Stretch out the pack, clean, mix
Stretch out the rocks, clean kicks
Fresh out
job, no mob, no time, do
It on my own time, on my own grind
Oh my, oh my
Not a day go by where I don't get high
Write a hundred fuckin' rhymes
Fine, I
night it was a dream
This morning a fantasy
Back when the only fan I had was a fiend
Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like
To get help from
fraudulent over here
From the Rock 585, I love this shit, but I be gone
You dig
Got older, my heart got colder
Yeah
Got older, my heart got colder
Pick up
She wanna lick my private parts, I bought a pill, it's a Autobot
I'm feeling geeked, she get down on her knees
I really be out in the mix (woo), I be
ma song
And get ma rock get ma roll get ma hip-hop on
And I'm dancin' all day, all night
Gimme some inside, make me feel hot inside
All right
Got me
weed, ride, and sell drugs
Mama always told me it'd happen
But she never told me when
She said probably happen when I get much older
But I kinda
tryna get down with me
But no, see these niggas know too much
Meanwhile I rock jewels that look like my diamonds blush
Cats act as if rap fell in my
up in the air (Yung Greyz I see you)
Lemme see your glasses up in the air (TeeY mix)
We celebrating every night in the air
So let the DJ put
the streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady
Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah them the ones
He's by my side as I rock the mic
All of his vigorous cuts are sure to excite you
They'll delight you, you know that that's right, if you
Were a stick
I know y'all don't see me on tv
Or hear me on the radio
But you industry brats
Better check billboard and Pollstar
Before y'all get to crying
on the creep bank
We got this thing that we do
I ain’t surprised
When we mix me with some you
Girl I get high
When you rock my Tennessee T-shirt like you’re
they start losing pints
You can die by the gun or the knife
[Chorus: Havoc]
hey yo
Eh yo a nigga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know
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