Lyrics:
first try, swear I got a third eye
It's work time, I sell the coke to students out in Irvine
Eh, coming off the high, listening to Jamiroquai
Why we
It's OPP, time other people's what you get it
There's no room for relationship there's just room to hit it
How many brothers out there know just what
Harlem Shake niggas for they pockets
Stay tuned for more faggot niggas coming out the closet
Rockin' fake Dior, any change made on this ground
Out
Pretty Jamaican kept doing his thing
Him and his older brother got caught up in a sting
Out on bail, pressure by the feds, he caught seven in the head
Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like
we save we
By candlelight my hand will write these rhymes 'til I'm burnt out
Mostly from experience, shit that I learned about
Topics and views,
rather wait it out and and test out my patience
I better make em proud by dropping my tapes
Never been allowed to make no mistakes
Wake up in denial
What
Yeah baby you know what's up
Trying to get this money girl
I'm a take you out to Las Vegas, put you to work
Show you how to get this real money,
Big Brother, Big old Brother
Hoping that my mother coming out from all that drama ay
Big Brother, Big old Brother
Hoping that my mother coming out
ho ho
Everybody say
And check it out now
Who is the cat eating out on the town? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And make the whole dining room turn they head
label office cause they said I can't smoke weed here
Man fuck it I'm out black on
Than I'm bout it fool
I got a studio in my house
Along with some
and you gone surf
Got the bag coming in counting dollars like its church
Yeah the bitches say my name and niggas using it in vain
Had to stop by the icebox,
up n coming mcs struggle to be heard
boy.... the next jailbird ??
*censored*s talk murder and they live by there word
shotters keep the money going
up n coming mcs struggle to be heard
boy.... the next jailbird ??
*censored*s talk murder and they live by there word
shotters keep the money going
Aunties sister brothers cousins
Couple uncles like steve martin
Get in cheaper by dozen
Been a long time coming
Since I Hit the ground running
Spoke this
as they go
Reaching out to those other faces
Down down in Hollywood town
The good time sounds are heard all day
But the nightimes coming
You're on your own
think my homie, is bringing his brother
All my homies are coming up
Kick back and cap and say she sucks
The bitch sucked dick
That bitch sucked dick
took me out of the religion
You broke the legalism and the chains
Yeah I'm feeling so free yeah today
No longer a slave
Coming through with it
sirens are screaming, inside the cars, we dreaming
One day we could own one, right now we can't bump crumbs
My brother would sell jawns, my mother would
but
Your shouts is in vain
Cause you drowned out by the
Buzz that's surrrounding my name, you lame
The mic is something that you
Can't pry from me shout
woulda
Me, on the other hand
Well I’s the girls dem sugar
Just me and my brother
Hot like St thomas summer
All I wanted was a Beamer and
To move out
tryna figure out who could be a figure
My brothers never spoke to each other when I was growing up
I remember tryna to build a bridge, I wasn't old
couldn't understand that we was a team
I used to come out, hear you words, talk to me, walk with me, brother
Cool, try to be successful and dream
The city
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
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