Lyrics:
by the liquor store
Cause we ain't takin no shorts, in the 9 scrilla
Say what you want fool I guess I'm a drug dealer
>From the southside
her pedigree
With a sailor's mouth he'd have left at sea and it ain't over yet
Nobody knows
Nobody knows a wildflower still grows
By the side
It's all I got
Ha-ha
Yeah, put you in the past (gone)
Try to take advantage and it bit you in the ass (mhm)
Crazy that I thought that me
of crack babies
Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, about to give oratories -
(Big GRRRL, Small World)
It don't matter how deep yo' pockets go
nigga, what's up?)
Nah, nigga don't be trying to pass me that shit, man(for real, you ain't never lyin')
I told you I'm cool (I'll smoke with my
Look at her she could be ma super boo
In a room crazy, sexy, cool
Intellectually sexy, her body is sick
Her face is dope
Somethin like a eye candy
It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day
Me too but there's nothing much about we can do
Let's just get to
Countin' down
like the underground sewers
To be the man, you gotta beat the man
It ain't nothin' startin' over here but nothin' mark my Timberlands
You want static?
other time
You just tell me, "Never mind"
Know I sound crazy to a lazy mind
Know it'll be a different kind
Shout out to the people workin' nine
it ain't about the jewels
Or how much dough you got
Not even bout the car you drive
But it's the feelin she gets
When you spit the right shit
You can
[Intro]
It's the return of a living legend mayne; I done did it once
And you ain't never seen nobody do it again huh?
You gotta love it, cause it's
mes I know they wanna be him
Either with it or against it nigga, ain't no in-betweenin'
If you say you wanna kill the man then dump it when you see
but what does it profit a prophet to be socially ostracizing no we ain't stoppin' the mocking
But if there is anything I can do to raise the stock in
If I wore a shirt Monday, this is true, I ain't lyin
By the end of the week you probably saw it two more times
I was discouraged by the microscopic
you're not here to see it
And by the time you get this
I'll be so long gone and far
I'll send you a postcard
Aha, I'll send you a postcard
Hey,
laid back and cool
Every hour, cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothing but peace,
It's a cold game
I ain't been one to
Jump in and out of the range
Maybe an old school cynical
Spinning the vision from which I paint
You got
anything cool
It ain't a thing to me, show me with your friend
She don't gotta be your enemy
This ain't my first time on the road, I got not a cold
It
ain't no huncho, nigga (you ain't no huncho)
You the weakest link out of your clique, let's keep it a hundo, nigga (one hundred)
You fucked my ex-ho,
a mission to pass, I just might be the hope
Tobey Maguire got bit by a spider, but see, me, it was a goat
If you want space, I hope you take your helmet off
gonna sweat crazy
What's your favorite gatorade, lady
Hadn't been shopping, Perrier water maybe
I hope you ain't hungry got mash but no gravy
But we
kickin' it wall to wall
Well, I'll be calling out to people like a casting call
Ah, well, it's wack when you're jacked in the back of my ride
With your
Well maybe it's time for getting out of line
It seems like the done thing to do
Some people get crazy
Some people get lazy
Some people get hazy
Some
the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Passed by his
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