Lyrics:
through
Suddenly by a thread i m hanging on
Am I really that accident prone?
Inahelating thoughts of a safe zone
Fourth time
Contemplating the perfect ski
control"
"Hip-hop is not, what it is today.."
"It's the real... it's the (militia)"
If heads only knew how I felt about the rap game
They'd
big weed burn cool by the pack
Watch your back New Orleans is a fool like that
Out the blue you crooked punishments choose to jack
You might see me
life)
Mesmerized by the big lights in the sky
Took a turn down the wrong road (turn down the wrong road)
It's funny that you don't sleep right, home
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
seat that's from breakfast
Restless need a bitch to molest this
Wreck this dry mouth need a beverage
Big dabs big shatter
I got the batter
Big moves
Welcome to Slab Rider, Righteous Mezz
30 stops to get this rock, on the block
16 shots in this hot, police Glock
Jackers plot at the spot, by my cot
Heard ya message
Why you fucking with me?
Stop with the bullshit
You never say what you mean
Been fine by myself
That's how y'all left me to be
I'm
why?
'cause the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
Only nice in the days looking down the road
Seeing beautiful girls with the car load
Yeah
And when I rap about a buncha shit you wished you had (A big dick!)
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
"I can't listen to that song, that shit's
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit
And when I rap about a buncha shit you wished you had (A big dick!)
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
"I can't listen to that song, that shit's
Life in this motherfucker catching wreck
Big Stretch hit me off when I hit the set
But now I'm cool cause I'm tipsy and I feel a
Nigga tryna see if I'm
sort of chilly
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for phillies
After being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my rest, ten
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
Louis E Mowry the third
Who went by the nickname of Buddy
Would never refuse a request
To boil crawfish for his family and friends
Louis E Mowry
situation
Nothing's ever come from it
Nothing big has ever happened
Now when I tell myself not to think about who
I think about you
(Yeah you)
Oo, yeah it's
trouble
I've been getting hungry you can hear my tummy rumble
When she moves she lose control of all her muscles
Why you act like you could handle
and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went
That quality control when you know the kidd in the mix know i got the tools to make it fix
That quality control selling big bags and some bricks i
You gotta Let it go Man
We gotta get control
Gotta get control
Ya
We gotta get control
We Gotta get a hold
Gotta get a hold
True shot
Ella dice que pierde el control
Cuando toma alcohol
Entonces compro otra botella
Ésta noche como sea
Yo me voy con ella
Yes I’m go with her
Loose all
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