Lyrics:
niggas Judas, I'm the son of Moses
Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie
Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die
Rolls Royces on dirt roads, we
niggas Judas, I'm the son of Moses
Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie
Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die
Rolls Royces on dirt roads, we
Got a nigga wantin' it so bad I'm 'bout to pass out
Wanna dig you and I can't even lie about it
Baby, just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out
bob and weave 'em, hit him with that Mayweather jab
I get the thumbs up like I'm hailin' a yellow cab (hailin' a yellow cab)
My flow nuts like M&M's
take pants, shoes off
Now, and not right now but right now!
And I ain't backin down, she can get up and bounce
The Young Dude, quick to roll up
Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave
mouth like hoes
All you are some bitch niggas
Ok, I wake up in the morning
And I see dollar signs
And Shawty wanna roll and I'm
Like oh man she fine
I
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up
Miss KeKe P, lookin' extra glossy
Got a pep your style, lookin' extra flossy
I'm bossy, but I keeps it cute
With my
should quit.
[Chorus: x2]
Ya I get high.
You might see me stroll by
in the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye.
I'm sick now.
I think I
Girls listen up
Torn between Saturday night and early Sunday morn
I don't know i'm somewhere stuck in between, tween
I'm out here knowing Hip Hop
sexy hooked up by Becky true to the dice not new to the dice sexy
Dropped me off 456 Ci Lo Blvd. right after she blew on the dice.
123rd
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
for a freak-azoid
I'm like 'Hey, hook a nigga up with Ashanti'
I make her cook a chicken up and all my guns she hold
'em she blow my dice 'fore I roll
on and help me baby
I was blind
The grass here grows long and high
Twists right up to the sky
White clouds roll on by
Come on now and help me babe
I was
got 51 flavors for yall you hear that lighter striking
Grab the loud split it down roll it up we choking Bruh Blowing that Bob Blowing that Bob Bob
it down, finish, give it back up
Wash the dick off while she roll the kush sack up
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we
It’s the number one smoker
Top Gun with the fire
Blowin on that kush so you
Know I get ya higher
Roll it up, light it up, pass it to kin folk
Everybody
(Party!)
Yo yo, I'm about to kick this party up, is that alright?
Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree
You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk
haters looking all sorry
When I pulled up in that Roll's, swag was surfing on 'em like gnarley
Like 3 hoes like Santa Clause, saying I'm the boss, ya'll
TUT
when she walk by ima slap her butt ima put her in line if she try to front
aye aye
roll up the dank i do the shit that you cant
aye aye
baby on the way
Hey, up to Jimi Hendrix, to beer, the Sonic Lizard, the Rape Man
How about Bob Marley, Bob Dobbs and Bob Forrest
To all those punker
a point that I'm a serious joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint
Your head with oil lots of oil
Make it run like water, watch it
baby on the way
Hey, up to Jimi Hendrix, to beer, the Sonic Lizard, the Rape Man
How about Bob Marley, Bob Dobbs and Bob Forrest
To all those punker
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