Lyrics:
cestou a strávim sa restou
Nemám rád prestor, tak pouj mj treslov
S papulou, besnou a lyrikou prestov
Pre neoprestov, pre národ, pre svoj
A toto je nás,
lil' ol' alcoholic-ass nigga
[Hamm]
Well, you know I got to have it, my brother, ain't nothing changed
You want to hit it?
[Quik]
Yeah, what's
black as the strap I'm using to hit the rival
Last album was great but I know this one is greater
I made it this far as a great tastemaker without
Last song on the album, lay down
Let me hit you with the talcum
This is add on, this just tax
Lay back
Let me hit you with the jazzhands
I'm
What if a brick was only just a misdemeanor?
What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina?
What if a black man was the one controlling Fema?
What if
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
hard live by that motto
All them haters they follow
Hit that bitch once I got options
Why you talking
Gawking
Got this album dropping
While he flopping
moving like the sigma hog album still droppin off haaaaaaaa
Malcontent November 5th and nah bitch the beats wasn't made by the Alchemist (naaaah)
I don't
drinks
Haunted by the thoughts of
Second album sophomore jinx
Where did I fail? Death threats
Woke up in cold sweats
Thinkin' about all these murders that
Little niggas want to rap and think that shit sweet
Push his first album and he died the same week
Put that water on the dirt turn that shit to mud
I
Yeah, it's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
History
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad
You never seen this
[Chorus 1]
pull up in a brand new
shawty hit my line but she old news
i dont waste time you know what it do
im up by 6am
im up by 6am
up by 6am
up by 6am
don't know
What we could do if we had more
But we don't
Still going to make eleven hits for my album though
guys
We gon pour up a four in this Fanta
Respect a black man on a mission
From New York to LA we crippin'
Let em reflect on the album
The waiter
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
By listening to Lo-Fi right?
Well you came to the place
Where you are welcomed
You are not alone
In fact
This album’s just for you
So make yourself
on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All aboard
thugs don't cry
Looking at Stormz like "the cunt won't die"
Fuckboys soon get hit with the karma
Leave man pissed like he split with his partner
I
hour by hour
Me and my bros, we don't tumble
Recording them hits in the jungle
可能是我没workin' hard enough
可能是我没workin' hard enough
可能是我没workin' hard enough
Been working on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All
on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All aboard
she on the pole
So I'mma go and get miles before I hit the dough
Girl pop that, pop that
When I say start don't stop that, stop that
Let a hot nigga hit
[Young Jeezy:]
U Kno We Keep That White Girl, Christina Aguilara
My Jewelry 2 Loud Baby Girl I Cant Hear Ya
I Need About 50 If Them Bricks Hit Tha
MAN y'all MUST GOT ME CONFUSE I TAKE NIGGAZ BY TWO I BREAK NIGGAZ IN TWO MAN y'all FAKE NIGGAZ IS through I HEAR YA ALBUM IS POO I'm JUS TELLIN DA TRUTH
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