Lyrics:
Champale
Little pink joints being lit up on the side
Couple niggas had two fives
Other than that, cleared a circle in the park and shoot 5
Girls wore
for callin my homie name
[Chorus I (2X):]
Why my homie had to die?
Now somebody mama gonna cry
[Silkk]
Now when my grandfather died, I was like 5, it
All my bitches kome in two's
We be rolling
She said baby kan you post me
She be trolling
Kayo be my brother, he ain't folding
All these bitches hoes
Pussy's a bathtub I'm a scuba dub ya
What the fuck
Ya did me wrong
That body bomb
My explosions took two seconds
Yeah, ya suck me good
Suck a soft ball
Yo, microphone check one two what is this
The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business
I float like gravity, never had a cavity
Got more
years old. My father played music.
My mother played music. My five brothers played music, and I had two
sisters played music. And I just bought
you saying
I cut all ties
Need loyalty on demand
Business with my brother
Think we both put up a grand
Came a long way from matching five for a gram
Performed by adam sandler and kevin
Transcribed by big brother.
[typing sounds]
Dr. stewart: hi, [i'm] dr. stewart.
Gary phelps: hi, dr. stewart.
You won't catch a nigga slippin you might catch a nigga slidin
Bad bitch inside, behind tint I ain't lyin
Paid a grip for the ride coulda did it two
caught with the H.I.V. now
No life to live, doc says two more years
So after the laughter, I guess comes the tears
After laughter, comes tears
After
caught with the H.I.V. now
No life to live, doc says two more years
So after the laughter, I guess comes the tears
After laughter, comes tears
After
in your top 5 no ghost writin’ my bars
Bromance in advance your given chance to my heart
Met a hip hop producer from HCC
Gave me a burned cd with 2
I'm show you, watch
Youknowhatimean? He's a born again, hooligan)
Uh-huh
[Jamel Simmons]
I'm red rum, Reverend Run, brother son, earthquakin
Industry
slidin' by my V cut
Rich and Link, red minks, Bentleys, old beamers, two heaters, nigga
If I'm breaking bread with you, you my friend (you my friend)
bout' shit I don't wanna hear
Well, let's be clear
I don't bang the four, five, or the three
But best believe
My niggas get you touched any day
2 inch from her head
My mom a thug, she ain’t even call the feds
Free my brother out that cage, he laid that sucka in his bed
I miss you brother, no
me tryin'
Sippin' on that Whitney all night i'm wildin'
Tune in with my brothers get right, im fried then
Had to pull me out of that 3-5 drive yeah
no discussion
Peace to my man Hass, and Orange Man payin the cost
All the twenty-five to lifers all my brothers gettin' tossed
into the system,
couldn't say anything to my pops
I was the only one able to know
That this was wrong and, my dad had to go
Two years go by and its been worse
Now the whole
the brains
Dream Team! Dream Team!
Fly high, fly high, fly high
One, two, three, ABC, Do-Re-Mi, man alive!
Ho ho ho! Ho ho ho! Go go go! Jackson 5
Yo, microphone check one two what is this
The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business
I float like gravity, never had a cavity
Got more
believed
My brother got killed by police
I told my hitta to burn down the streets
Fresh home never bought no weed
I copped 2 **** and a ********
a girl in pink suspenders
And her buz-whams were stupendous
Like two bald-headed men sitting side by side
She wore a BRA SIZE 45 and she could jump
brother told me he just brought a pound we cutting up today
Catch me speeding on the highway smoking good za in the driveway
On the porch I'm smoking weed
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