Lyrics:
X reject from '85
With a pack of 'Ports, a fresh ass mullet, and 9 lives
I'm disguised and disgusted
Don't get yo' shit busted
And that one bitch
that's that old me
Look I don't want you to take this the wrong way
I wanna look at my life and be okay
I wanna live out my life like I'm Kanye
In my own
this train of thought until I get to where I'm goin' smokin' trees where the park ranger I live by my word like it was neighbor let me touch bases wit ya
the beat
I spit it once, I'm hungry spit at lunch
One take, I hate boxes so I don't punch
I got a hunch, y'all figure, y'all gon' stop my figgas
Get on some
scared to get arrested ? excuse me
The smithen heavy ,that's why my pants sagging ! excuse me!
[Verse 1] Young Aux
I'm dirty dirty
I'm 30 up
2 2 Gang
want smoke up on the rumors we can fight about it
But if he don't then maybe we can get the chopsticks
The whip got tits out I'm saying that it's
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
bitches is fake, man shit is just fake
I just stay to myself, I don't get in the way
Got bread to get, got head to get, rap etiquette, don't edit this
the motherfuckin G
to the E to the T to the O, you know the spellin ho
I had to come up strong to get where I'm at
Moved by myself, I had nobody to watch my back
he's sitting next to you I bet it sting
You wanna ride it your hide is divided
By my 2 thumbs, I murder it when I get inside it
Hit it till you get
Constantly testing my limits
I'm just trynna' get it how I live it (yeah)
Everybody in my business
But y'all ain't no paying bills mind ya' business yeah
Oh
mines dude (ya know)
I get it crackin I'm about my moves
Don't step on these Gators I'm about my shoes
(boy) and you don't want me to
Step out my shoes
Whether you rap or you don't rap (ha-ha-ha)
Duck 'fore you get rushed (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Get stuck fucking with us (D12)
'Cause
We still don't give
a few graves
I hit the club and pop a few Spades
I'm gettin' pussy like Uncle Luke in
His 2 Live Crew days
She can't suck this dick again
If she ain't
them niggas don't, talk no shit
Where them wigs get split, where the guns forever click
Where the track stars come to warm up for a race
Blue
throughout my life those are the rules that I've lived by
A sucker put his hands on me homie I'll give a guy
A jab, jab, jab, uppercut, jab
Get 'em a steaks
a fool
fuck around and fuck some rules, its time to pay your fucking dues
Busting heads is what we do, bitch go get your fucking crew
and we will destroy
our turn to play calypsos
Yo me and you meet me by the two
A war goin' on that's involvin' the crews
Bring both your arms Rel and Moose down in
I don't even think I can get high no more I be off too much, be off too much drugs
I don't even think I can get by no more So just fill my cup, just
roll VIP
Candlelight scented bubbles in her tub
Nothing but coke bottles poppin' in the club
Five-star restaurant, table for two
You get
time
Playing with our lives is not right
Like it or not bitch
You've been a thot
Whole crew feelin' like a vibe
When I get a vibe I don't think twice
checks
Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF
I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime
Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb
And BK, no such
get your funds up
Don't rush though make it faster
Be careful when outside and i ain't talkin' 'bout gettin' busted
Grow up and face it
Donns
and crushed linen
Praise your name, I know some of them hate their due
Judgment day, don't they know they can't escape your crew
I'm just trying to live
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