Lyrics:
head lunatics
All ready for some gangsta shit
What up, blaze that shit up
And pass it this way, so we can parly
And gangsta bounce mothafuckas out
industry like a flow of positive energy giving boost to a battery
First the fire gotta spark blaze you back to reality away from illusion, mythology, fantasy
alumni
Where the cops on me about to come by (what?)
Let 'em know we coming straight out BUCKEYES
(Ohio waddup)
And what they thought they got me all
swing the Tek and blaze the nina
Sensimina
Halal coochie from Amina
Cali Agents rung the celli when I crash the V Dub
hopped inside the Pontiac
Firebird
then my style has quite a while that same type as Ill and Al Skratch
Game time to them cats never looked back Cristal blowing dub sacks
That's when it
facts, I'm puttin' meaning in tracks
For people with backpacks chillin' with dub sacks
He who acts a fool, might not be the fool
See the golden rule
mad skills, pay the bills
Got they back plus the ends on the dub sack
Now tell man, who got the ill rhymes
Got your toes tappin' like Gregory Hines
on Crenshaw, here to conjure the 20th
Bumpin the oldies, lookin for the muthafuckin homies
Cause it's the weekend, ain't no sleepin
Hoodrats and dub sacks is
the bills
Got they back plus the ends on the dub sack
Now tell me, who got the ill rhymes?
Got your toe tappin' like Gregory Hines
Runnin' shit like
yeah
Plus you know I got the sack on me
It take bands to go to war
And you ain't got that, man
I put a ticket on his head
I have him gone by the tenth
Always got some green
Twenty-pointers in the buffs, bitch
My view icy
Balaclavas back-to back-to back, bitch
We too shiesty
Know that shit designed by
living in
Stray bullets burn cold when they meet flesh
Got partners in the boro still smoking stress a dub sack be the remedy let they mind rest
My parents
goddamn!
Lost soul with a wrong crowd, bad mix with a bad bitch
Distracted by all of the good, settle for the hood
We gon' see how fucking far these dub sack
a bag of money
If that's the case bitch then you're
A big sack of pennies
My niggas make it rain
I'm dancing in the rain gene Kelly
And every box they
gave her the peace sign
Said he want smoke can u pls define
Aye i'm gettin to the sack like I'm playin on the D line
Say I won't let off shot all up in
represent me (woop woop)
Somebody better blaze the weed
And pass that shit to me
And I'ma cock da gat
And hold it down for my family
We worldwide
Leaving ya
I'm a raider
Camouflaged in silver and the black
Tryin' to blitz through the line for a quarter back sack
Of the money
I dress like it's cold, not
Thugs
[OFI]
Crazy big bad ass Mexicans
Bald head lunatics all ready for some gangsta shit
What up, blaze that shit up
And pass it this way, so we can
Verse 1
We here son
I'm tellin you thugs and fake ones
Don't blaze one
Just eat the bread that I break son
Trying to stop me
Leavin stuck on phase
Thugs
[OFI]
Crazy big bad ass Mexicans
Bald head lunatics all ready for some gangsta shit
What up, blaze that shit up
And pass it this way, so we can
know you scared now
Marcy House
(Let's go, just blaze)
I let you know, how I do it round here
And I'm out eight in a morn', dawg Glock two around here
puffin' green when I drive by
Here is something you can't understand. How I can burn kill a man
Step up if you wanna get some of this here
I got
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