Lyrics:
a story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not here
This how we do, I see you D.U
Queens to the heavens, salute the hood legends
talkin'
Heads be out to please the king Christopher Walken
A city with fly lingo and bad ass latinas
Got heads on this side biting styles still unequal
said he's lookin' for a man
To move some old cars around
Maybe me and Marie could find a burned-out
Van and do a little settlin' down
Aw, but I'm
a million hours, I'll wait a million more
But you're half way across the damn dance floor
I'm excited that I learned this
Challenge is the game and the chase
get past that
My lil nigga wanna risk it cause her ass fat
Got use ya head for more than just a hat rack
Gimme the loot, RIP Christopher too
I like my
And I'm too grown, ain't got time for them games,
So I called you to rekindle an old flame,
You know what's up when you see my name and I hit your line,
My
the club?
Should I hate her for watching me for that reason?
Should I hate him for telling me that I'm seizin'?
Should I hate them for telling me ball out?
to wake you up
This shit's sponsored by Utica Coffee
Tell the truth, I'm doing my laundry
Tell some lies and you'll be sorry
Half of ya'll ain't heard me
memory
But I survived the crash and the car didn't
I'm hard for the fact I went through
A nearly fatal accident and lived
This tender nigga would've died
favorite season
Spit a bar about Plato
Call that rhyme with reason
I'm off of that fruit punch juice
You know ya love it too
I'm hanging with my crew
But
culture like a piston
And I know you'll hate it but if so then home it's hittin
But until I leave I'm supporting my homeland
By praying for
frantic
But they want order out of chaos
It's the same old antic (skadoosh)
This time you see they aimin' for the elderly
But what's gon' happen
When they
me, you’ve got a whole lot of folks not just praying for you, but pulling for you,
And on that you can bet.
So I’m asking you to take the words of this
twenty-one"
[Verse 5]
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days
maybe we got lost in translation
Maybe I asked for too much
But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up
Runnin' scared, I was there
I
of the apple pie
On the boat, the Old Man told me
I would be a present for his wife
"A talking goat!" he exclaimed,
"She'd never seen this in her life"
They searching for new quotes
My model bitch dodging the rain, whoa
She stuck in L.A. too long (she stuck)
Yeah, stuck in L.A. too long, yeah
Stuck
I’m stuck at happiness door, i been knocking
The hate breeds more hate, i see it often
Make it with this music or die and embrace coffins
Tryna soar
on the rooftops
I'm reading this word for word
And hooked it up to my transistor radio
Seeing greedy sleazes, greasy on my new socks
I thought it was very hard
I'm guided by principles in these rhymes I'm checking
'Cause I wouldn't be who I am if it weren't for the blessings, uh
Curling and pressing, the form
And nothing but the truth
Not only the youth
Cause the young and the old
Are all alike
It makes no difference
When I'm on the mic
For those who can't
Visualize
Yeah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck,
You got a copy on me Pigpen? c'mon.)
(Ah yeah, ten-four Pigpen, for sure, for sure.
By golly
crew
I'm the type to screw over
Anyone to make a move
Paper I pursue, looking for
A big head, brunette, betty Boop
She can be black-and-white just
Like
She driving a Honda I'm driving a Benz
That's another thing I'm finna cross off the agenda
Me and my niggas we mud brothers For the better we gon' have
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