Lyrics:
just got me dancing like I never thought I'd get it right
So let me blow those motherfucking candles right
Please walk on by my dream song won't sell
But
Big pipes soundin' like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong
soundin' like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong nigga
, bury me under
Big pipes soundin like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth, I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you want to come at me?
soundin' like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong nigga
I'm still burning duct tape.)
Bitch!
Nigga, this rap shit slow?
I'll be back selling blow
Posted right there by the store
Selling narcotics for
I remember them days when I used to be broke, man I didn't even have a dime
Made a promise to myself I would blow one day, jus had to stay down
the sober days
Not falling over days
Life wasn't fast
Miss my slower days
Now life's work
Work
Go
Can I sit down?
Nigga no
You got football
You got work
man
You thought I was done, but now I'm back
With a brand new flow and a brand new rap
Things have changed but I'm still the same
Same crazy cracker
stores and dope spots
You might find it, it's goin' down
2006 is gonna be a fool (2006)
We got the brand new album by Project Pat (yeah)
A brand new
got no feelings
Pull up looking like villains
Whip ain't got no ceilings
Catch me sauced up might be dripping n a brand new drop
Might be dipping up
smoking on runtz
Im in the kitchen im whipping that funk
I wasnt there but down from the jump...
Glock in his mouth, im gon blow out his fruntz
They tried
Ah man, here we go again
It's KeyLo, on the D-low, I meant everything I said
Balmain's, stomping on his head
By the sea shore, got my feet froze, you
the cheapest, you might blow out ya speakas
And we blowin and all, I got warrants and all
Done looked down at the phone, I done missed a few calls
Me and boosie
a seal so my package don’t smell
Brand new blue Benjis they crisp like some sprite
Diamonds they shining you might lose ya sight
Blow down a half before I
Nigga, blow your house down, mm (blow your house down)
Leave a bloodstain on your couch now, yeah
Flood my wrist (flood my wrist)
What you think now?
Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from
Kid!
Three bad bitches in the morning
Brand new Gucci sheets that I imported
Try to call me now 'bout money, I ignore them
Ayy, you bad, but lil'
wearin' brand-new shit
Got a new bitch, and she got new tit's
Sold my car, got a brand-new whip
Used to share a strap, got a brand-new fifth
Try me, get
I'm up and down I-10, with a car full of hens
Finta check my ends, finta get this Benz
Stopped short of my drop spot by red lights flashing
I'm
good, nothin' but the best (best)
I'm tryna hold it in but can't 'cause it's too strong (strong)
I blow it out but by then a nigga too gone (gone)
Man
down, walk that nigga down
Put your man down, better not make a sound
Brand new diamond bad and they hold a hundred rounds
I ain't hit no kids, 'cause
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
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