Lyrics:
Why is it all these fakers, seem to make the morning papers?
They're selling records by the million, seems so easy in my opinion,
Look
you've ever seen
I put on some make-up
Turn on the eight-track
I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly I'm Miss Farrah Fawcett
From TV
Until I
greed and need
On the streets where intuition and weed are breed
Shoot the gift and viff, at the myths uplift
My rhyme the clip its like the boom bip
back in the day
My rhyming's iron height, defiant flight
Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple
A taser and a jammy tackle
By a neighbor with
greed and need
On the streets where intuition and weed are breed
Shoot the gift and viff, at the myths uplift
My rhyme the clip its like the boom bip
to preach about the wrong of the world
It can't be changed by three girls
On the trio tip we're not a proof of that trip
Excuses that's the truth when
you
I said, fuck it man, I'ma take my chances
She look good in that shirt, and them respect pants-es yeah
Mami by the bar, every nigga wanna holla
Buyin
shit on TV)
You're pushing my buttons
(pushing my buttons)
You know how to touch me
And I knew
That you'd choose me
By the times
That
mom
And got my favorite girl giving
Me piece of mind
That mean brain, I always know my aim
But when you dream big, niggas say you insane
Ain't no way
the poison
Religion misoverstood is poison
Radio and TV poison, white Jesus poison
And any thoughts of taking me down is poison
Who want beef now, my heat
Cuban on your boy, I'm Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Medellín, Pablo
Money bags, Wells Fargo
Call my driver, where the car go?
100 thousand
And me, I was one a' them
Pussy boys cause I hated football, so I got a
Guitar but a guitar was a poor substitute for a
Football with the girls in my
My Daddy told me, lookin back
The best friend you'll have is a railroad track
So when I was 13 I said, I'm rollin' my own,
And I'm leaving
see themselves inside my little girl!
Do you know where I was at your age?
Any idea where I was at your age?
I was working downtown for the minimum
on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my
on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my
sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
My brother's doin' bad, stole my mother's TV
Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy
bustin out my halter top
'Tight' rippin through tha hood
Blow up the whole spot
With tha system
TV
?Foremon?
EASY!!
Working the scene on the quest for
Brand new Rolex when you turn 5
You don't need no man, I'm by your side
I done dedicate my whole heart to you, girl
You the only one know how I feel
to make my way
I couldn't get where I wanted, due to an unforeseen delay
The man was apologetic as he turned his head to say
Sorry, kid, you're not gonna
So he stole somebody's dope and a gold rope
Now my son's on the run
He's a wanted one, had fun then was done by a shotgun
Upstairs, I cover my ears
to be
I'ma just make bail by my cousin E
Back on the Porsche with the mobile phone
Like eleven in the mornin' them hoes to go home
Trynta score
Uh huh, uh huh
Feels good to be back at the essence where it all started you know
Uh huh, uh huh
What up
Uh huh, uh huh
Turn up my headphones man, uh
without my gun I can rumble em too
I make it squirt baby girl she my thirst quencher
Last Chance on the track so you nice this shit rock
All I need is 1k
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