Lyrics:
and all these bitches
Task force tryin' to roll deep
But, I'm playin' these punk fools cheap
Niggas rolled by and try to blast, it didn't work
I seen
You say to me I'm guilty
for things I've never done
I'll try to show resistance
I'm out to prove you wrong
I hate your accusations
your cheap
Kick!
The spirit kicks,
But the moonshine plays cheap tricks.
Us kids are cold and cagey rattling around the town,
Scaring the oldies into their
and niggas names tattered by they throat
Some on they tittys, ankles and ass
every neighborhood got these stankin tricks from the past
They be at the clubs,
Words invite and words repel
Words dissuade and words compel
Your words are tricks they lure and snare
Confine me as they scratch and tear
well nobody else will, mate
Appear, disappear, the quantum leap, reappear
Un-smear, clear, the flaunt-them-cheap, racketeer
Puppeteer, no fear, we push
some hoes in the backyard they barbequing them stakes
I sippin on that Alaze, I'm smoking on that better hay
Sittin by the pool with my ray bands
B-B-B-B-Bassy
Kick it back in the house in pajamas
Watching the Obamas talk about my problems
(And I)
I smoke the best shit grown by my partners
best friend
Surrounded by some solid okes
Hai nina enihleka all the jokes
I like the girl and she ain't have to boast
Then I wifed her after teaching her
a pinch,
shysters and schemers out for every inch.
Tycoons and magnates pulling cheap tricks,
greasing their palms whilst oiling their pricks,
forcing their
Got my Jordan’s off a Eastbay
Want the 17s the one that come with the briefcase
She a cheap trick tried to label me a cheapskate
Running with
cause I know majors
Back to my music, back to my papers
Back to the paparazzi stuffing our faces
Back to my boy whose discussing my wages
One by one
to the pay phone
Your pockets weighted down with quarters and the hope that no one's home
You spray paint cinnamon on vines and key the cars you pass by
by
Everything sucks
When you're chasing an alibi
Take lines
Sink tins
Cheap trick
Cause he knew how to play things
You keep reading me right
You know
helter-skelter
I just wanted to be Exciter
A herd of domestic dog, cheap trick
Hide your drastic desire
I still stay there with a finger in my mouth
There goes
Nigga, I hear you got 'em cheap
I'm doin' this shit for y'all, all my lil' ones on the East
I should be preachin' peace
But, you know how I get
Soon
There's rules to this shit I'll break down a lesson
Step by step
Like a booklet for you to sweat
And try to apply
To make yourself fly
No. 1: must be strong
That was walking by his side and moving her hips
We look at him, freakin'him, what's that trick?
Who do you pretend to be? Johnny in the Cry baby
quest
A greed law
That we abide by is ruthless
Enough will never satisfy
Until we toothless
Filthy millionaires
Are gamblin' until they muflis
that love sucks?
It's nothing more that a cheap old trick
So why does everybody pay for it?
Can I help it if I think that love sucks?
No matter what
making tricks
And their dirty politics
Let's go
Freedom's never cheap you know
Get out on the street
We're moving to the beat
Right wing
the heart of it
Every fucking day we targeted
By politics nope pile of tricks
All they really do is talk a pile of shit
If it was up to me I would abolish it
Poof
I can get it gone
Nina by my side bitch I gotta make it home
Me
I can't sell it cheap
I got plenty flavors & im taking all the risk
Quick
Get
die young
I never hung out with the wrong crowd
just kids, my childhood click
shaped by nature, concrete jungle nature
cheap toys, bad boys
never done
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