Lyrics:
f-o-h-n, it's a kind of wind
Yeah, I know what you mean by wind
G for Gnarly,
I for irk
H is for hour
J for jalapeño
Good in either corn or flour
snitched, it was a case closed
We was really outside with F n' Ns and Dracos
Bitch Niggas never even drove by to say hello
We was beefin, why niggas wasn't
in a chokehold
Better take a No-Doze
Sleepin' on Kim is a no no (UGH)
The capital Q-B, now take it to the E-E
I'm bringin' things to light but
You
the A
and the N-Y-E, out N.Y.C
I'ma still rep the gold, no matter where I go
Everybody say I'm hot, I'm sayin I'm cold
Hate when niggaz leave the city and switch up they
Bugatti
O so nkan si mi leti ki lo n so
O tun fi oyan fo mi leti
Why is all of these in my face
All I see is couple double D's in my face
Oh my God
How far
the haters
All in black like an Oakland Raider
Let me show ya what the nola made of
Come for ya neck
On disrespect
Please just watch yo behavior
O M N I E
M O be be, D double E P wit Bounty Killer
No other gun runners keep a round like this
From Q you double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my
M O be be, D double E P wit Bounty Killer
No other gun runners keep a round like this
From Q you double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my
em know how real this is
M-O-B-B, D-double-E-P wit bounty killer
No other gun runners keep a round like this
From Q-U-double-E-N-S, my bomb
dastardly deeds that YOU do, dummy
Despite your degradations, +Dialect+ distributed by disc
$12.95 for record and $10.95 for tape
E - E is for
motherfuckers
from the P-E-N-T-H-O-you-S-E) Players Clique
Tweetey's in the cold room, Freaky's in the studio room
I am in the livin room, and Hammer's in
Mummy elo le le yi - bread
Sixty naira
Sixty naira - mummy o kere now, e wo
its not my fault o, ahh
Nigeria e don spoil o
So I thought about it
The extinction agenda
The extinction agenda
Back is the incredible O-R, G-to-the-A
N-I, Z-E, D with a K
O-N-F-U-S-to-the-I-O-N
Emerging up,
Deranged, not yet but hell I'm gonna be (Ugh)
Especially if I have to wait like we did for the Carter III (Yeah)
I'm I-M-P-A-T-I-E-N-T-L-Y waiting see
For
jetemi
Joor o lowkey miole pariwo
Eni mu milk oshiere eni siwin lo shagolo
Nobody knew me when I dey hustle
For the studio
Mowa make e una dey run
Z-y-x-w-v-u
T-s-r, q-p-o
N-m-l-k, j-i-h
G-f-e-d-c-b-a
Now you know the mystery
To saying back you ABC
When you get stopped by the LPD
Sing this song
a Hummer at me, I ain't happy
Me and Eazy E in a B-E-N-Z, with my niggas right next to me
It's my legacy, we can't let it stop, uh uh, not now
The whole
I'm a H-I-P H-O-P H-E-A-D, been since one-nine-eight-three
Are to the A-P-P-I-N
Eighty-four was the year I picked up the pen
At the same time
Sticky, Exdi
M.A.D, The finest, mann
Iturbridge, Big Pun-Z
Underground es Hood Frames
Blowin Up es growing up
Coffee y un maca de Haze
‘Walk on by’, Isaac
She saying baby dont leave me e
You saying that you
Need me
Then you say you gonna
Leave me
Why you gonna
Leave me
Baby now you wanna
Leave me e
E ehh
Looking at your clock on the wall
Is he gonna step in tonight at all
Like M-O-M-M-Y says, "he'll do you wrong now"
You know he's really low
He's not a man
the wind, off the chain, in the cut, ducking drones
N-S-A-BE-S-P-Y-I-N-G-O-N-M-E
Last time I'm going to tell you that, the government is my enemy
I'm for gun
the color red is all that you see
When all you wanna do it break free
And scream:
G to the O to the D to the D to the A
To the M to the N to the I
persona
Ask your baby mama, bout Slim and E
She got fucked by them, then got fucked by me
This the big three, G-are-I-N-D
I-N-G, all about the currency,
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