Lyrics:
buddy fly on
Fly on fly on little buddy fly on
Million little fireflies twinkling every night
The same feelings I hide as the night passes me by
Sometimes
car trun, inna di garage
Fat pussy grip buddy right like a hand
Fire back shot 'til yuh clip done gunman
Mek mi skin bun like me get a sun tan
it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin'
And shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
Now my buddy and me was on the main stem
Foolin' around just me
cops
Ay, me and my buddy on the cut and they know we servin' 'em slabs
We better watch what we doing, and look out for Joe Nab
And quit re-ing up
a common thing
Where no hate has ever been
'Cause I won't let it in
By the warm purple flame
Every little grape calls my name
As it climbs on the fire
buddy I'm bloody well
When I die don't dig no grave
Let me rot right where I lay
You walk by and catch the smell
Of the rotting dead flowers on the winds
Hey yo, here's a real scoop, homie Loc
Them fools around my way gettin' high off gun smoke
And I ain't talkin' about the high like Indo
The kind
down eventually
Buddy, I coulda gone that extra mile
For an extra bark or an extra smile
'Cause I never felt so free
It was just my dog and me
to what I'm saying
Cause tonight's the night, and me and my nukkas ain't playing
(We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin' steamy)
(As we proceed)
(I'm
you let your dog lay by the fire on
And your cat he attacks me from his pill-box ledge
And I thought you were my friend too
Man, my shadow comes in
the cannon
Listen close I got duct tape and rope
I'll leave you missin' like the fuckin' O'Bannons
One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy
That's the A-K
If this is to end in fire
Then we should all burn together
Watch the flames climb high into the night
Calling out father, oh, stand by and we will
a the club me step in well clean bay hugs cause we got the money green fire him a play sum Bob Marley by the time me look around a sexy gal a call me she sa E
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
sweatly clothes, pile up in this joint
Stand up by themselves at this point
It's so filthy now baby I can't lie
I wipe my feet before I go outside
I
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
alright, we can save it for later
but let me know if you change your mind
hold my hand
are you going to the bookshop
by the video-game arcade at the mall
a house on fire
They put us all in the black Maria
They might have missed a pitiful few
But they got both me and my buddy too
It was rockin', it was
Security help em
Out the back door
Watch em hurry off
Pray on my demise
You would think it's
A Biggie song
It ain't no biggie though
Setting fire like
in
Let's go Tory oh yeah
Alright bout to throw it back
Ya ready? let's go
Throw it back bout to fire it up
I used to go online had to dial it up
You
I got duct tape and rope,
I'll leave you missin' like the fuckin' O'bannons.
One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy,
That's the A-K forty seven
(Every time I cry)
You'll be standing by (You'll be standing by)
Cos I've been searching for somebody
Just to hold my hand and call me buddy
I've been
This a mothafuckin' hot record right here
Your about to witness some shit
Ya never thought you'd witness before (fire)
Fin' to get ingorant up in
straight corn and papyrus
Holding by luscious…
Stares that you gave us
Waiting for strength behind locks in the fire
Wait for the love that you said would
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