Lyrics:
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is boy, for real
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm
I was almost full grown gettin'
Wide in the shoulders
Rubbin' my horns on a tree
When I noticed that ladies had
Big eyes for cowboys
They weren't
be weary, watch for caution, yo be warned
By Dre and out the project born
Capable in any and every
Cause yo I get heavy, when introduced to a medly
cold in the city, roll with a milli
Grind on 10, be home in a minute
Rap so long I could blow any minute
Just met a new chick that'll blow if I'm with it
that we smoke
I said fuck that, you get free smoke
If I say this, they might re-vote
Why I'm the king of Grime by default
Big ego, man can't diss my
(Never ever walk on by)
You even stop and put one in the sky
(The sky)
You do it for the love of you and I
(For the love of you and)
Standin'
of tree frogs singing|When every now and then they'd get in tune with grandpa's harp|Now when I die boys make me this promise|You'll send my body back up
Certain blocks of land
And living quarters deemed
By all gentlemen
And wives thereof
To be grossly humane
And frankly, quite un-dirty
Herr Barockter
This Christmas I build my tree
For you and me, for us
The love we cherished
I build my tree like a build my life
Bricks by bricks
One trinket
these niggas gritty
Get bands like Milli Vanilli Tryna grow up in my city
Tryna be the man in my city Niggas all clowns in my city
Niggas don't get around
Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women
There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry
There's a lobby with nine hundred windows
There's a tree
to the three
I like good pussy and I like good tree
Smoke so much weed, you wouldn't believe
And I get more ass than a toilet seat
Three to the one, from
the rules
He let me take it camping once
On a Boy Scout jamboree
And I broke a half an inch off
Trying to stick it in a tree
I hid it from him for a while
(GGP)
I ain't had no sleep in three weeks
In my bed is three freaks
I got all the money
And I'm just
Smokin' on this tree-tree, gettin' head
Shit
I wanna do everything by my own
You feel me?
Ye, Ye, I got you
Ain't no regrets, for real
Home alone
I be in my zone
Checking up the stats, man I
dude
You can get offended with some simple words
I hit shit like one stone and hundred birds
True to word unlike Milli Vanilli
Only my roots feed off
here sexy
no lady shawty got a body look like a couple milli
Girl I'm bout my business so I'm tryna close the deal
she said boy I make moves get runny
a giveaway
One look could tell me if you
Really came to kill me
Be the quiet nigga lookin'
Lame with the milli
Who that over there creepin'? Who
Homie by
the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineerswould see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by they
picture not a freeze frame
And let's face it guys you look silly rapping over your track like Milli Vanilli
Charging your fans to watch you do drunk karaoke
believe that
I fell into a little tree sap
I got a woman at home, ain't fell in love where the weeds at
Started off with a dime, but by the time I was
will be out by a lake in my underwear
Catching dinner with my hands
Forest Service Road
Don't Care Which Number
It's so Critical
For this Pine Tree
Well all the dreams have gone from my worried mind
Ain't no pretty pictures left by luck's design
And baby, i'm just a leaf hanging on my family tree
Draw me a picture, show me the sky
Paint me the blue boy, tell me no more lies
Sing to me like a sparrow sitting in his tree
Recite your verse
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