Lyrics:
Supermodels think I'm handsome
You might think I'm too aggressive
But really I think I'm too passive
'Til I pull out the chopper, start blastin'
1500, all
came to the crib last night, six deep
Askin' on your whereabouts and where d'you sleep
They said they just wanna question you, but me and you know
That
Searchin' for Black Jesus
Oh yeah, sportin' jewels and shit
Yaknahmean? (You can be Christian)
Straight tatted up
(Baptist, Jehovah Witness) No doubt
Baby got that good shit like summertime
Baby got that good head no wonder why
Imma buy that bitch some new red bottoms
Taking trips just to see
of flows
And this for those who always came to shows
And who were still by my side with no bank to blow, whoa
They either hate or they on your side
of these"
Three hunnid days and it still ain't no sleep
Inside and outside was ninety degrees
Now it's big tables where lot of us eat
Mafia shit, do you
I be more than a god in my dreams, it's wishful thinking
I sleep more than I need to, I drink more on the weekend
I eat all meat but fish, I keep
of my hand got Delilah and violet I sway with the solar
'Till summertime fades and the world on the back end my vision lose focus
Tell em one time for
of a mobster
See a n**** pa** by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm
Riverdale, Georgia
They gone lay yo ass out rock you to sleep like a baby
Hit Squad, shawty in the hood we got them babies
Ever since they killed my nigga
Phenomenon O.C.
Big L, 0-3-9 baby
Diggin' In The Crates
Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin'
Yo, yo, yo
I'm from a place where
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like
Cruisin' for a bruisin', I'm talkin' no crap
Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap
I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'
ends
No time to pretend (no more)
So here we go again
Yeah, here we go again
I'd rather die than watch the sands slip by the hourglass
(The
But there's no looking back and we won't sleep tonight
We're living while we're young and this is worth the fight
Even if I lost it all
They can
No doubt, I'm living it
Been claiming the set since the year found Snoop innocent
Slanging hard rock when the rap game was ran by Timberlands
the Summertime Vibes
All I'm doing is sipping lemonade by the pool
Getting all fueled
Not acting like a fool
No more need for sweaters that are made out of wool
break a beat
This life's been stung by a bag of bees
That's keeping you from me
Well there's no more candy or fun 'til I am home
I am tired of sitting
The things we facin'
Wicked days, can't see no brighter days
It's time to chase it
Cross dreams 'cause the scene is
When you never get by
That's why I gotta
brings
Wealth is judged by your house and your car
Material shit now defines what we are
They live, we sleep
We sow, they reap
They live, we sleep
We sow,
and I'ma bury ya
So remember the Squad that I'm reppin'
I fill a clip of my weapon and Punish niggas 'til it's Armageddon
Yeah, and you don't stop
Wealth is judged by your house and your car
Material shit now describes what you are
They live, we sleep
We sow, they reap
They live, we sleep
We sow,
ain't gonna get no sleep tonight
Because it is summertime
Aye go head turn up baby
Go go head, go head, turn up baby, not here for long, I need you to go
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