Lyrics:
of those guys
Interesting concept, yes it is but I can answer that by telling you that (Yo)
Those lovely moments
I play Daphnis and Chloe (Yo my boy we
space
I pull up shoot it score right in your face
I hit the mall and a ball yeah
Put the bread up like it's long hair
I'm on this green like a lawn chair
wedding and
See the love of your life dancing with another guy
I'm not taking bout the bride
I'm talking bout the girl in the green dress chilling
Off my 9, off my roll
Have a toast
Off of 9, by the hour off payroll
Off the wage, on the wave
How it goes
Stream sales don't mean nothing
But a post
Trying to think 'bout what I told my brother yesterday
Nigga got his chain snatched by Carl, boy it ain't no way!
Aye Twon, remember when I beat your
the only one
God I sure do hope you don't get like hit by a car or something
Anyway moving on
Hey Matilda the cow, wanna make some milk for me
Alright maybe
the teachers even more by police's
How he get that cash today his father passed away
Left him with a little somthin' 16 he was stuntin'
Al B Sure nigga with
inspired by the corner kind
Foreign ride, tints on thirty-five, trap door inside
For the stick, '95's for the kicks
Neon green, I had 'em too but was
the morning take two of these
Blue and greens, by any means you a fiend
Shoot him up with music like New Orleans
Talking that patois, Mardi Gras, hardy har
You
Labels, special in the charts
Hard, staying with me
And by the way, I didn't say yes, I said maybe
So crazy, out my brain like my name Stacy
Bee married me,
Ey
Ey
Ey
Uh
Verse 1
Wake up’n I’m out my zone, like Malcom stoned chillin wit al capone’ never out I’m home,
But Thas how the fuck goes
reppin, beat them down if you head me
[Chorus]
I done seen some brighter days
I done seen a lotta hate
My album hit a 100,000 now shit been goin my
to be sweet, by keepin it street
Lazy poet and I don't got to have them tactics to turn fake rappers
And crack addicts, tell the weak hit from my bomb
crazy like I'm Rio
Gavin killed himself Jordan got hit by a bus
Three rappers found in a complex
What the fuck
Slidin' on your block cause your homie
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
a cold ass flow
Everytime he hit the studio, his beeper go off
He left the beef to get his cheese, by selling people that raw
With a pistol on his right
[ CHORUS ]
I'm like a dopefiend shakin in the alley fiendin for a hit
Can you bring this?
Huuuh, when I listen to your tape, I can feel it
Nothing
Who is Malcolm with no Penn Davis
No album no apple playlist
No Al Covani just Alex
He never picked up a camera
I never picked up a pen and I never got
the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin
Al B. Sure nigga with
thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be burned in your own waste
to take a hit
I've become interpretive
Tell me what you make of it
Tell me what you make of that
When I take it, never taken back
They taken back, by my
your arms, chewed up by animals
(Verse 8: PMD)
On your mark, get set, ready to go
Green light, checkered flag, time to get that dough
And ayo, in
you done heard about these ballers
We puttin' it down 'til ya platinum
Mo Thugs debut, respresentin' the Land we the bomb-ass album
We out, comin' in
P.I.W written on the earth/ see every fuckin verse/ we hit em where it hurt/ Oh
Verse 1 > Al Billz
Crack ya watermelon knock the seeds outcha/ bodies get
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