Lyrics:
'cause you're not no Crip
Don't be angry at me that you got no hits
You could go ends and they all know Cench
You could go ends and they might know you
there Nicking
Ugh, imagine me out there side piecing
When I know my own shit has been queening
But instead, you, I was leaning
To the J house
And I was
to limpin'
Since I love the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin'
It 'tis what it seems
That thing imprintin' through the seams of my jeans, by all means
was a judo key
Still gyal seh I'm cinnamon churros sweet
But she don't know me
She don't know about my family tree
Might see me with a couple OGs
Boo]
Bitch you know I'm lookin good, on the block posted up
Icy white reeboks throwin Triple Six up
In the air I don't care, you see Billboards playa
Tiffany Hall
It appears we didn't know you at all
Hey hey hey hey hey
With this song I write your name on the wall
Tiffany Hall
It appears we
a Piece of mind from me?
Windy on em
Let me know if you got
Any rolls or a vape
I'm Willy Wonk sippin' E&J Looking crazy like my flow on a Backwood by
Poppin' shit
All by my lonely
But I did it though
She talm bout
She love me
Love
Ian got no feelings for
Ian going for none of that
Need that money
chance that I get
Like, I'm with the crips
Walk in the club throwin' up my shit
She wanna fuck I'mma let her have it
Shawty was feenin' to grab it
My
"Aye, you right homie
Matter fact I'm 'bout to blaze, take this plate
This chick by the bank say she need a slice homie
Have her take your number, tell
J Blaze
It's not about who the think I am
It's about who I am
I'm cool
I got my life so messed up
Brain multicolored
Girl so pretty, don't know why
J-Smash keep smashing
Yeah they don't appreciate what I did for the industry
Instead they go ahead and worship all these mini me's
They wanna buy me
lil' Kodak in a jet
And you know I'm smilin'
Got your bitch up on my line
I'm the one she dialin', i'm wilin'
Yeah, I can't even be
Walkin' 'round
name it get nasty
This that scummy block shit know I’m good for it
Sign my deal and I get double what I should for it
Yeah selfish with my time pay me
give a fuck 'bout a clock
I got the motherfuckin', hmm, ah
Don't even know what to say, I'm too hot
(Woo) shit, pull up and hop out
And flick off
tomorrow shit, and not today
Made seven then I made six, bitch, I'm Dr j
OBJ, one hand, I ain't drop the play
My hotheads locked in, make you unlock a safe
as well as friends
See by this time, most knew what was going on
Some gave me dap, said, "Phife Diggy stand strong"
Along with that you know what else
Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay nigga
Time to whip these zippers in the kitchen with the same nigga
All I know is selling weed
begin I'm gonna make this clear
I take no short cuts, Bilal adds dope cuts
If girls were around I'd grab and grope butts
And if she got a man and he tries
you know 5-0 went past it
I got my ass kicked, they said I looked suspicious
And all of the traffic got my black ass evicted
Inflicted by the drug
[Intro: DJ Paul]
yea-yea Chuch ya'khamsayn
Once again it's on baby, y'all know what time it is
I know it'sa shame ya'khamsayn,
You gatta actually
A different caliber of MC
This track is filthy, word to o.j., you make me feel guilty
Of first degree sound boy murder
Unlike anything out of l.a.
Open the rhyme book, and I'll kick the context
If you know what's best, you'll step off or make a (??)
I'm down with John Wayne, Lone Ranger and Tonto
[defari]
A different caliber of mc
This track is filthy, word to o.j., you make me feel guilty
Of first degree soundbwoy murder
Unlike anything
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