Lyrics:
fakes
I've get plugged, in tv
I've get fucked, by tv
Hypnotized by the journal
They're lying, can't you see?
Appear nice, saying shit
Like a priest,
it might be opps at the store
I'm servin' with no tennis net, I might get stopped by the law
Pooch said he paranoid, he had some rocks in his drawers
Look
I keep on thumbing through them hunnits
A lot these niggas they don't want it
If get the drop then I'm on it
I jump out the car you get
Fuck it! Fuck it! Hey, ayy (A presentation by myself)
Different colors in the van, I'm just feelin myself
Fuck it! Fuck it! Yo
I was trippin off
these passing cars
Put my grave down there
If I'm gonna be faded by love
I think I could really get used to here
Nah I don't want be bothered by all these
'til I'm paid, in the grave or landing (standing)
Guess I'm paid off trappin'
I if I get locked with opps
I'll rock my sock, I ain't chillin' with
Gotta go slow
Gotta go slow
Pig without wings
Is just another pig
And a prick that's not hard
Is just another dick
Open real wide and in goes my
a undercover, a pig in the blanket
Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous
Shoot you in ya head like Abraham Lincoln
Stuntin' on them bitches like Birdman
Roll
of those
Whippin' work it smelling like they dinner rolls
Wet work, got the kitchen stanking
We call a undercover, a pig in the blanket
Uh, lifestyles
a undercover, a pig in the blanket
Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous
Shoot you in ya head like Abraham Lincoln
Stuntin' on them bitches like Birdman
Roll
stabbed in my sleep by your wife
So everybody stop askin' me what's wrong
And quit actin' like you don't know the words to my songs
And when the party
stop Wea I'm at, I wnt make my task
All the fiends turn demons when they see that flask
Tenfold,I'm in the zone,laws never get pass
Won 3 like wade, felt
Stocks rising, fertilizing neighbourhoods with butter, butter
Black steel, no mass, no tags--gutta, gutta
Look up in the sky, no stars, helicopters
enough to be with it
All in fun and games and keeping it cool
But my my, when you're kicking it, time flys by
Cause every hour's a minute, and every
enough to be with it.
All in fun and games and keeping it cool,
But my, my, when you're kicking it, time flys by;
'Cause every hour's a minute,
same motherfuckers on the beat gettin' major pay
But when I get my check they takin' tax out
So, we payin' for these pigs to knock the blacks out
I just need a bitch who suck dick While I smoke weed, that's it
If we get stopped by the pigs, tuck this She with the dumb shit, I swear I love it
1) PIG PEN
Bury yourself in all the filth (love to smell each others shit)
Lay in bed live with yourself (fuck all pigs burn in hell)
Serve
the mums or something Shoulda never played by the gun ting
I do gang shit like a real bitch You do pig shit, just squeal bitch
You're plastic, I'm on real
Pull up in a foreign in a foreign in a foreign in a foreign car
Pull up in a foreign in a foreign in a foreign in a foreign car
Pull up in a foreign
Better that I should drive a wheelchair or jog
Than to be blown off by a Regal Road Hog
I am the Emperor of the Highway
(Where did you ever get that
Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a mule
A mule is
Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a mule
A mule is
Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a mule
A mule is
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