Lyrics:
the band that's olé
And the heat beatin down bakes the troubles away
It's like that, the warm weather is here
But summertime only come once a year
So I'ma
Adidas motherfucker
[thug] Saturday Night Live, John Travolta ass motherfucker
[Keith] Suck my dick
[thug] You fuckin spaghetti and meatball eatin
(spoken word sample)
Like Manson, like Manson
Something's fucked up here, it's just not right
(M. Sayyid)
I left my crib and slid like some
the beat go
Hit you with something that'll rock ya frame
I feel like an animal
Surrounded by a freakshow
Ready to jump when im out the cage
If they can find
Or bring your Baby by your Mama and then we gone shoppin',
I got'cha rockin' knickerbockers in the summertime,
I'm lovin' how you smell in Chanel number
blackberry at ??? you get my e-mails
Now you're gonna sit here lie in my face
Shoulda cheated on you and gave you a daze
But I didn't do that I thought real
We’ve never known the bitter end,
I know say when e reach-e morning
You’re still the only one I’m calling
I upset you, you ignore me
Wahala dey here, I’m
[ INTRO ]
We was born in the streets of L.A.
Where the streets ain't safe at night
Between the beeper and the color of a rag
We have chosen the mic,
Mmm-mmm ooh ooh, ooh
Mmm ooh ooh, ooh
December can't come soon enough (Oh, oh)
By the fire, roastin’ chestnuts
I can see you, me, cuddled up
Oh,
listen to you or be here by myself
(Far across the sea)
Tell me it all and make it feel like it happened to me.
It's gonna be a long night,
Only the coffee
that's all I wanna do
Spit dope that a nigga sat at the crip
And rolled me and philly phil on that flight
Always tight all night sleepy niggas don't get
Money, now I'm in love with my credit
By the bar with they dollars I buy a building with debit
Uh, I hit that Harlem Nights, It's goin prepare the storm
I've been thinking
Years have gone by and it's only the beginning
Time to clear the slate and leave it all here
Tryna be sincere and I did shed a tear
to
Tend to his crop
Time says Farmer Tom's off to mop
Bo's up and at 'em, then twitches one eye
For something here is not quite cipher
"E-IE-IO!" screamed
you can test, then let's see who's up next
Yeah
Late nights, none of that toxic stuff
I know your mum said, "Use your words," but 'round here, we
Intro:
Hey what's up fam? (what's goin' down?) Word to this GP shit right here
nawmean? (1-2) Turn my mic up. We're comin' through until the next
paint, walk the plank
Fuck the bass smokin' hay
Me, I ain't no joke
And then some more dope then you'd ever know
E-I-L-O, hello
When I'm all by myself
shit
You'd think I had the world in my palm
Surrounded by the team pockets full of C.R.E.A.M.
Still ain't all peaches and cream
Cause it's hard being
his feelings
And all the plot holes filling with my cash that I reel in
Cause Imma cop me some commas by bringing all of the real in
My city got guns
Mysterious man me wan see ya
I want to know what you like
This liquor feeling right
Come and vibe through the night
I can make you feel alright
So I'm droppin
Like Adam Did I’ll press rewind
The moves you put in over time
Yet when you drink you
Gotta keep it classy with your pinky
Raised
Driven by your
So here I go again, don't know what my motive is
But it's the chill time, so I'll just start opening
Up about what's keeping me awake every night, I
like come here
Miss me with the bullshit
I can't take care all your feelings
I got many people round me
Plus I've got my own self healing
I'm tryna
here i fear
I shine at night like a peir
Say slow down you moving to quickly
This choppa you know it hold fifty
I pour me some deuce and i pour me some
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