Lyrics:
2nd is the influence (you)
3rd is the innovator (me), 4th is the institution (my crew)
5th is perpetuity it lives throught the Delusion
Before I hop
figures
Oooh, what can you do
When you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the wenty-two
Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin'
On this Hennesey,
Short Dog's in the house, once again with this pimp shit
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
For
niggas, my father, my brothers
Everybody in tuxes gettin' blunted
Hard bottles, mob costumes this ain't no act though
Factual, the pimp shall scoop no
(Sycamore)
Hey- Hey, man, check this out, mane
It's Big Snoop coming at you live and direct
And
Imma speak on some real issues right now
Mane 'Cuz
like two LeBrons
And my crew is strong as Cali kush
It keep you (higher than heaven's arms)
Hard bottom Ferragamos, IQ too much for mediocre convo
I
you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my crew is strong as Cali kush
It keep you (higher than heaven's arms)
Hard bottom Ferragamos,
bowlin ball paper swirl
Gotta trap it white, baller candy bike
I don't light it though get too high
Stay too low
I live by the code, extra credit mode
fly by my window
I'm Flying can't you see me I'm flying
You and I can find a way to see
Dragonfly, the years ahead will show
How little we
goin' on folks brought you a brawl
It all started in ya home
Check the background
St louis clown from the U Town
Fourteen, pimp of the year like Dru Down
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
figures
Oooh, what can you do
When you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the wenty-two
Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin'
On this Hennesey,
for a favor now
The nigga in with the crew
And now he live major
House in Dix Hills next to Brooke Shields
With the cook and the maid, shit was real
give it up for him, y'all
Uh, a- never been as broke as me, I like that
When I was young I had two pair of Lee's, besides that
The pin stripes
heart's in it
And live the phrase, "Sky's The Limit"
Shame, my crew was lame
I have enough heart for most of 'em
Long as I got stuff from most of 'em
Francis, M to the iz-H phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
of young
[ VERSE 2 ]
Now the pimpin I talkin 'bout, it don't include girls
I pimp microphones and rock worlds
I been a gangsta since back in the day
Junior
sent up for a eight-year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
Bein' used and abused to serve
a mack, a pimp, hustler or player
But make sure live you is a dope rhyme-sayer
MC's act like they don't know
MC's act like they don't know
MC's act
my nigga, let me ask this question
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)
Uh when shit hit the fan,
hurt 'em up, move out, blow the spot
Round two, rounds flew (*shots*) in the parkin' lot
Niggas rallied up to see who got shot
Wait down G, my whole crew
We in the time of our lives baby
Turn the music up, Primetime
Yeah, primetime, beat by Dion, our third eon
That's what the fuck we on
Mo'
two years
Evidence leads Tobacco and Firearms officials to believe
That his literally dope lyrics promote drug usage and distribution
Degrade women,
At the age of twelve years he did kill his first man
There's Mexican maidens play guitars and sing
Songs about Billy, their boy bandit king
'Ere his young
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