Lyrics:
smoke
Back in the bay right by the sco
Santa rose?
Yeah that dope
That's my home
And I hold it down
Rep that shit like Charlie Brown
Yeah I'm IT
Shankar plays “The Boys of the Oul' Brigade!”
You can keep your Miltown Malbay, you can chuck yer Galway Bay,
You'll never see the sun go down on Delhi
so far from above it
Pushin' and shovin' they don't know of that I'm posted on a regular
Good 'ole boy from around the way - might be small but don't
she seen me some place
Naw im from golden state
Boy you should've seen her face
She go on talking that shit about love at first sight
I said my name
the good good
Smoke to them hoes that are on the east side
Tell them hoes I'm in the east bay
Tell them hoes that I'm with hoes
Jose in the Uhaw truck, finna
thing crossin' my mind is them M's Anything else ain't excitin' me
I'm by my business and I'm by my bag I don't need nobody copyin
We get it jumpin'
And so it began,
The story how Elzevir would look after John as his own son,
And the smugglers betrayed on Moonfleet Bay
by Maskew looking now
hitched a ride to misery
Mr. Whirly had a catastrophic incident
He fell into the city by the bay
He liquidated his estate
Now he sleeps upon the Haight
Presley Boulevard, make a right on Mallory (where you from?)
From where the dope boys make a million dollar salary, ayy
One thing I never needed was
smokers
That's for extremely stressed stock brokers
Who bought four closers from a crack quoters smoke this
If you're offended by the fumes light
this earth
Played with skirts, always alert
Shirt me if you want to shirt me, I conserve
Energy that's been burnt
Take your turn, I earn, dollar by
on returning
We've got it from here, boy, thanks for your service
I'm from Largo so you know the flow's suburban
Best in the game - I'm Richard Sherman
I used
You'd have more luck tryna hit a six
Pissed on a cricket pitch
Fess up, you ain't Richard Dick
You ain't fuck shit up in ya sister's kicks
It's that
He told me that this was yours
Peace to everyone who enjoy
Seek guidance from all the noise
You can't silence us with the toys
All you boys speak
far from my stat
Yeah shootup the spot
You look like not from the town
Rapping I'm holding the crown
Bitches saying they down
Silly get chef down
a-comin' home soon
Seems I've traveled the world over by way of the oceans
From Australia, Hong Kong to Tokyo Bay
Mediterranean, Northern Atlantic
But I
throwin' a tantrum
Whiny she like a Castrato, she mad bruh
From that boy Discord, I'm banned, huh
That boy so mad, yea I can't understand 'em
[U-God]
Yo yo
I was born with this magnet, warned by the dragnet
About my dirty habits, I got to have it, the super-glow
Deuce Bigelow - Male Gigolo
They can't catch up to the kid I cut that mustard boy
Gourmet Poupon
Right hook left hook
I took that work from Brighton to Red Hook
Walked it through
peak
So ahead of my time
I made history
Feet, blistering, from
Deams being chase
But they, listening, from
The Bronx to The Bay
I ain't never feeling
The difference between me and you is ya boy real
Precise Music, started my own label
I ain't scared to die I'll cut my own cables
Look, by the vine that you niggas
He was a scared little boy
‘Twas instilled from the time he left the womb
Protected way too much in his cocoon
So unaware that he’d be scared
a get hectic
Niggas know how we bummin'
Brand new FN and it's tucked by my stomach
Bad bitch told me put it in her stomach
I been getting perky's from her
confronted by my conscious, got me running from my pride
This wordplay could scare a man
Taking acid trips inside the caravan
I don't do it for the money
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