Lyrics:
pink lemoade or sherballato
Pink lemonade or sherballato tell me
What you want hoe yh i got 35s
Tenscotti by tenco or i got gotti
By backpack boys in
get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Yo, first I snatched the streets then I snatched the charts
Verse:
On a boat so grand, with friends by my side,
We’re sailing to a place where smiles abide.
With the waves so calm, and the breeze so warm,
Ice Cube shit, fuck the po-po
No, Ice Ts, Coco logo for that bobo
So road, roll on the low low
I know most won't pose for the photo
Boardroom full
gotta leave
Yo yo ayo
I'm fed up with bein rejected
Detected, by your radar
You heard me and you ejected the tape
No there's no escape
I can't
to rumble well get up shit
If you buck you get fucked by that nigga named Chuckwick
Aw shit my nigga Ganksta Nip in the motherfuckin' house
Yo Nip say
That's s a Bugatti (that's a bu whaa?) whoo
I'm feeling like gotti (I'm feeling like whoo) Oh
I feel like Gotti (yeah) Oh
A rebel no rowdy (woah)
I pass
From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit' you
One of Mini-Me's shoes got more sole than you
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't
that shit you talkin' is noise! Word! You full of shit!
Check this out, moms, I said time bomb
And they sit in your house and remain calm
Till you
Full and still, unburdened by sorrow.
Chorus:
Time drives me to hurried decisions,
Joys fade, thin as air, Caught in the sticky pace of pain,
ought to be,
Full and still, unburdened by sorrow.
Chorus:
Time drives me to hurried decisions, Joys fade
Thin as air, Caught in the sticky pace
that'd make us close (nope)
Further away it drove us, but together headlights shine
And car full of belongings, still got a ways to go
Back to grandma's
of unknowns
Life is full of ups and downs
We should all live by the golden rule
All people deserve the best in life
Today is you next day someone else
No one
don't bone out
I want to see what these black men are all about
'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm plugging they Super Sport
First
Homeless...
I need a Lucy yo...
(Yo...)
[VERSE ONE]
Walk into the store with a pocket full of nickels
And a city full of horns, jackhammers, and rape whistles
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
gotta love the
Spooky season needa make a trip to Nobbies
Boutta kill the game show up to yo party as John Gotti (Issa party)
On that Kanye west do ya
out
My interior
Step ya hustle up
You little niggaz
Way too inferior
I been on some different shit
Invested time in my hustle
2 For 30 3 for 50
Got my
to peel a cap on the other side
Yo, young and dumb, full of come up, a baby loc
I gotta put in work for the hood and that ain't no joke
[Coolio]
Outro:
Yo
Thank y?all
I appreciate your support
For real
Mac Miller
This has been the High Life
Ayo
Q-Cuff
Tree-J
Big Will
Big Germ
Bill The Kid
?
Beaty
chenel bag
Full of dog shit
And my bitch won't stop tripping
Cuz I fucked a dog bitch
She need to stop tripping
I ain't tryna hear that shit
How many times
need nobody
Bitch My drip gambino yeah my flow gotti
Real ass gangster police can't stop me
If Im in yo hood then your bitch gon top me
Aye nigga don't
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
Masseuse, wedding ring on, loving Celine Dion.
Hate rap, told me where she get caked at.
Shes a part time danca, part time romanca.
Tries to be a mother
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