Lyrics:
the bitch imma put her on my roster
Smoke a lot of weed yeah im feeling like a rasta, Glock 23 catch a nigga who shot ya
Elbow in the bowl imma whip it like
packed to the East
Jumped in somewhere I could buy me a seat (yeah)
They moved out West because bro had a V
Looked in his eyes and said, "Need one
[Fresh Prince - talking before song begins]
Alright we ready?
We rollin, right?
We rollin, alright
[Intro - Fresh Prince - talking]
Yo in
tell[00:45.26]And the brand new pack up in the mail[00:46.81]Brand new pack came through the mail, can't play nomo we smokin' opps[00:49.67]I been trynna touch a M,
Lyrically I got your block locked when I drop this hip hop
Fresh out the west to twist you up because the rhyme don't stop
[Chorus]
[Oh No]
In this
the vibes
If you want smoke let me know cos I'm pulling up with the block
Two in front seat, four in the back seat, strapped and we ready to fight
Boy gon
The cops come around, but the party remains
Pour it up, drink it down
Four in the morning we still around
Smoke it up, smoke it down
Breathin' it in, breathe
side
Like an exodus of biblical proportion redefined
Rectangle seat 4, squeeze 5, each one
May not be excused from the table ‘til the green gone
Four hundred fifty four grams by my mac book
Do u want the girl scout cookies or the plat cook
Call my nigga juan cuz he taught me how to crack cook
Tryin' to eat my piece of the pie
See I set my goal, so extremely high
I can’t see 'em from my first
Class seat in the sky
And before my plane departed
I
brain, took tax on my gains & yet I remain
Top of the class, ahead of the brass
See snakes on the grass, like brook out west... I'm closing in fast
Wielded A Great Hammer Of War.
With Them Came Their Soldiers Of Death, Followed
By An Army Of Immortals. They Were Few In
Number, But The Look In Their
Tryin to hold you down
Seat you in that 4 door
And let you roll around
V wear shawty married to the mob
Took an oath for this things
Said she vow to play
neck to your feet
High Diego shit make you get out your seat
You know what time it is every time you see me
All the freaks in the front always beggin
you were dead on arrival
New ways with dangerous means
Smoke the pipe and live the dream
In the West the Empires fall
In the East the Nations crawl
Justified by Faith, Romans 5:1
Steadfast4Christ
Until His kingdom (Come)
Steadfast4Christ on the mic
Spiritual, lyrical assassin
Castin' out demons by
say RuinDaRay
That shit cold
That sound like the
I got 3 niggas up in my back seat
They'll run a nigga over like they at a track meet
If you wanna talk
BITCH IM GREYFIVENINE
TILL MY HEART DONT TICK
NEW SIG NEW GLOCK
I DONT KNOW WHAT TO PICK
FOUR HOES TWO SEATS
CATCH A LAP LIL TRICK
TELL ALL MY OPPS
getting a taper
My songs hard, they A1, like a steakhouse waiter
You don't want no pape, that's more for me
I poured a four in a sprite, turned my pop
to spoke
Get ya issue and get Twisted like a Sunday in the West
Teach KRS told me to bust the head of suckas tryna test
CHORUS
We want all the smoke
All
I told you boys Juicy J is on that M-Town
Got that cheese coming in choking green by the pound
I'm rolling with the Three 6, let 'em peep this
Make
and chuck up 4 fingers twist the 2 up in the middle
Now you throwin up a dub come and vibe out wit a nigga
All my west coast niggas Throw yo dubs up
Throw yo
Yeah niggas!
Who the fuck you thought it was?
It's ya nigga Jay muthafuckin Rock, top dog!
Before I get started
Let me get a rest in peace to my
to state, 95, 16
Whatcha mean, 95 on dash at sixteen
Whatcha say, they M.I.A. still in them Georgia cleats
Drop sixteens on 95, hangin' out that window seat
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