Lyrics:
to learn the game
All you gotta do is listen
When you see me up in there whippin'
Nigga pay attention
Two red zippers and gettin'
Watched by the feds hood
and opposites love to all tropical occupants
Toucans swallows and cranes
Herons cuckoos blue jays
A few smooth loons flew away
Red robin robbing the roosters
Wayyyy back college boy asked to
A high school dance couldn't wait
But my date was in my friend's pants
Didn't know what to do, MC feelin blue
'Til
a king and I notice all the finer things
But I couldn't tell you how many times I rolled
Last week went by like a tumble weed
I hit my girl up and I was
rocket goin blast it right through you,
I just beat the champ while i'm smoking a blue flute,
just copped some new kicks dropped off by the zapdos,
YDNA
(Hello?)
Charge a picture like Goku, nigga
My clique stay focused, bifocals with us
Keep blue flags on us like O.T. Genesis
Yo bitch stay
fair, fair, fair, fair, fair
I went to the animal fair
The hippos and pandas were there
The red little fox who was wearing two socks
Was eating
are living in this yard
But the food she's cooking can feed two
Bro's in jail and dad ain't about, no more Cartoon Network, let's get loot
I wasn't
ice blue stones
Yo, they sell weed around my way, crooked eye, do or die
Brew and lye come together like two-for-fives
Smokin out 'til my brain
Blue-Green and Burnt Sienna and me
The world in a flip-top box
Scrap paper spread on the floor by my bed
I used to do nothing but draw
This
One fish Two fish
Red fish Blue fish
Me and you bitch
We are so useless
Growing up stupid
Fueling
This idiocracy we live in
This fucking movement
wore the baby blue beetle shell, weather got kinda nippy
Two things I keep are a bankroll and my composure
It’s crazy how I can smoke out the booth
kickstand, no bull like Estan
I'm a beast like the blue X-Men
Check the plantiff, they claim that
I murdered the beat with no stainless
Shoot, I just hopped
was on my knees then
I was begging for pardon
I was old and I was clothed in white garments
In a vast red desert
Where the rocks were dark blue
take them slow... 2\/ The Girl From Blue City The lights go out across the harbor And the boys are out on the corners Sex in the neon basements (red
ribs and his six pack (gang, gang)
Big Rug' can fit in my pocket (big Rug')
Two shooters, same names, same noggins (same names)
Switch lanes
to hold your hand
I think I'm claustrophobic I don't
Want too many friends
I get 20k a show then I make it bend
II need them hunnids blue and my shawty red
Nothing to have, no reason to fight
In another life
In another life
In another life
Black, brown, red, blue, yellow, green and white
Seen
Nothing to have, no reason to fight
In another life
In another life
Black, brown, red, blue, yellow, green and white
Seen and understood in each its
like I do?
Those red-eye blues
You've got 'em too
Ain't it just like I do?
Ain't it just like I do?
How 'bout a tattoo of a rocket ship?
It'd be
asleep
You know you're ghetto when you think you represent
But them niggas on your block ain't spendin' a red cent
And tryin' to buy your album (nigga
dressed in blue
For those that haven't got a clue
The scandelous shit you do
Now who'll be hardest fuckin artist living life the largest
And sure fuckin
the waves
The Red, White and Blue
You can learn a lot from Lydia
She can give you a view of the world
In tattoo if you step up and tell her where
somethin
If I wore red or blue, I might be dodgin slugs
So I'm wearin neutral colors from the Crips and Bloods
Who said it never rains in Cali, take back
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