Lyrics:
stash it
Everyday
I’m sipping and I’m leaning
Numb the pain
Packs be going missing
Move like magic, David Blaine
I just step with two g’s
Move like Gucci
Christian Dior
Step on the gas, in the Vet it’s gon Roar
I shoot my shot, you know umma score
Diamond they lit, they shining galore
We throw it in the air
I've suffered setbacks, but now I'm makin' greenbacks
Just like baggy slacks, I'm crazy hip-hop
Check one two and you don't stop
Your head'll bop when
until we hit number one on them charts and take off!
Cause I just do my dance that kaliwood dance hit a 2 step cause we be rapping on a stand we're gonna
Out, I doubt, no competition
When I'm on the microphone you listen
You're missing the point, kid spark the joint
It's the way that you live, when
a son
And he got to eat, by any means
I got two fiends, fuck a hoop dream
Make it to the NBA that's a pipe dream
They end up smoking rock out of pipe
the world go
Smoke till my eyes low
Eyes so dam low
To the dam fuckin floor
Pullin straps here they go
One shot two shot
Bop bop
Ya they back again
Attack
fun, before the cops come, & them badass kids yelling red rum, do my little two step, eat a lil something, spend some time with my ppl, get that real
Pray he don't die before his kid turn one, yeah
(Borderline, stop the playimg)
Yeah, I know two of 'em
That bed move flotations like
wanna bone but not like this two tone bazel cause it match my skin one hand in the air if you make hoes sicK
Bitch when you gon step who you gon check
school
Met new kids, learned all their rules
It's hard to be the new kid in town
At first the move just brought me down
One step, two step, three
(yeah yeah)
Let her get it, if shes back in two
Button up with a snapping clue (that's right)
Young nigga with a chest full of tats
Get back fore' I kick
long as I'm breathing
Yeah
Promise no false steps and no deceiving
Yeah
Niggas thought I care if they'd believe it
Yeah
I been swimming but ain't off
to confess to right now, step to the mic, Twista)
But to give part two of my confessions
I confess about the incident when I was with a shorty in the Lexus
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
a step, so don't stare
Because I Rock-well I always feel like
I always feel like, Somebody's Watchin Me
Ooh, Somebody's Watchin Me
It's gotta be
'm down for the block
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Kutt Calhoun]
I'm down for the block like I'm down for my wife
And if you niggaz fuck with either then it's down
until the next time see ya
Me and Kid hit the studio in East Orange, that 604 Central, owned by his parentals
Ran into the homie Chad Piff, who was there
on me, Relatively new technology (Bring it out)
Of the arquebus (How it go)
Get you hit, BOP-BOP-BOP yo shit
1 in 3 you live, 2 in 3 you die (Ratio)
Plus
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
You know the kid is straight counting up dough
2 hundred women lined up at the show aye
Young boy straight fucking on your bitch okay
Young boy
there's kidnap, but she was with us so I brought her.
Dun got myself into a whole heap of trouble,
Double crossed by the law so it's nobody to run to,
bid
And by the way now what's your name, they call me Layzie the Kid.
The name's Powder Pete, can I get a twelve gauge!
Outlaw every day, on the front
Dirty dancing I two step on the opps ooh
No internet beefing fuck his bitch spin his block too
Summer time fuck her friend she's a bop too
Mixing
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