Lyrics:
locs on hard hat goin' to war
Breakin' them off on sight, stoppin' lives like red lights
Watch 'em pause as I pull my strap, out my drawers
And get
told her, I'm eighteen and live a crazy life
Plus I'll tell you what the eighties like
And I know what the ladies like
Need a man that's polite,
brighter then some head lights on the city
but we will be way more serious then boyfriend and
girlfriend got my head spinnin' like a whirl wind
shawty i know
a gooseneck annex
From Destiny Downs, Saturday night live
Ol' Flute's Ranch, got one done plus five
We got one on the head
One on the heels
Open team ropers
Ten seconds left, he gon' get it
Mag in his mouth, mean like a fitted
Caught him in the pool room, two to his head
In the room and boom, they did it,
tail 'cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot
boy)
Stay up all night (just rest your weary head)
Kiss by moonlight (it's gonna be all right)
It would be tight
We could get by (hush now my
Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (oh)
From the home of the 'caine, jackin' and crackin' brains
Broadcastin' live
gotta wait while I translate
I hang with real live dreads with knowledge in their heads
People with ambition and straight up musicians
Although our
know I’m beastin' i say
They love the shit they like it
When it’s nasty they excited
Get possessed by my spirit and
They ain’t tryna fight it
Leave
where my buddies all like to hang
We fire up the smoker and get some pretty girl over, crank the Hank and let 'em shake that thang.
And when the moon
true
My my my my my love is true
Hey hey hey hey hey it's true
So true funny how it seems
Always in time, but never line for dreams.
Head over
more Thought of you
And thats why me i go dey for you
Last time that you blink for me make Me wanna
Go Head over heels Baby Girl you gat Something wey
to me
You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out
Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks
You
never had girls
Until I had my Mary when we married.
My Mary then had my two sons
My life as a lover was already done
It was over before it had really
I was at the mall, and this girl passed me by
So I like her booty she said hey boy
That's when I made my move
I jammed up and jammed re-over there
locs on hard hat goin' to war
Breakin' them off on sight, stoppin' lives like red lights
Watch 'em pause as I pull my strap, out my drawers
And get
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
and let yo' G homey get in
Glocs of Velveeta, yep I'm off the meter
Ride by and see ya with my hands on a heater
Wanna be like the O but you act like
such a lot of money
Would be funny
Oh, I wish I could be like you
Rikky rock'n' roller
Today a new jet plane
Tonight it's a new hotel
You live in
boys, mystery
Didn't even know her name
One night in Paris, with a girl like that
Never going home again
Red hot in black
Red hot in black
Oh my,
(damn)
'Cause I'm not a boy, I'm a man, bitch, man-bitch (ha-ha)
My speech is free as his choice to choose gender is (man)
This shit is like opioid
homey get in
Gloccs of Velveeta, yep, I'm off the meter
Ride by and see you with my hands on a h***
Wanna be like the O but you act like a ***
Gotta lot
pasta
Live like a mobster It's the one and only
The Boss The Doggy Dog Father
Mr equisite I live so pimpish
From the LBC great place to visit
So
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