Lyrics:
glances
They tried to break the bond like Will and Jada (Jada)
And when they drop the bond, I'ma free the Wave up (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
I cop cribs by
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
to me it's a blue car
So Branson pass me a jar
Cause these cats done went too far
One phone call send two cars
And still get searched by security
y'all it's on for life
The only bars I ever be behind is the one's I co-write
Hold it down, hold the crown
What I gotta brag for? Y'all should know by
Taking blue pills
I'm out my mind
Mixing the Raf with number nine
Take percs and x at the same damn time
If I lose my main still got my side
I took
on
The Westside nigga
We ballers for real...
[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what
It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
In the sapling years of the post war world
In an English market town
I do believe we traveled in schoolboy blue
The cap upon the crown
Books
clothes by color
(mostly blue)
it's nice to smell you in a few of your t-shirts…
I fall asleep on your pillow
one last look through the window
your
oh oh
what's troubling you is the nature of my game, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh
My name is Popa Chubby and I come from New York
I was a young boy,
work
You got married to a lawyer painting murals in New York
(You got married to a dentist building bridges in New York)
And though it seems a million
fucked a few female stars or two,
Then a blue-light niggas knew like Mike shit not to be fucked with.
Muthafucka better duck quick, 'cause me and my dogs
(check)
The roof topless, I'm showin' my ass
I brought New York back ya niggas ain't got a chance
Remix!
We fly high no lie you know this (ballin!)
shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get down
by liftin' iron by the pound
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
in Compton and shit
I said if this was one of my niggas
From New York this nigga be my nigga
Even though he from the West Coast
He still my fuckin'
You might have seen one out in Minnesota
Or maybe down by the sea in Sarasota
But they were made back in Worcester Mass
Of aluminum and bakalite
It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's
do a record with common sense
Cause its the music, its blues, its jazz, its acoustics
Soul, rock and roll the hip hop we be producing yea
It's
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