Lyrics:
don't care about the summertime
Deal drugs and cheap cheap wine
My old man's a dustman
He's a sculptor by his trade
He always wears the trousers
love but tell me I'm good enough for tonight
Tattooed Rose why don't you rock me tonight
Riddles and rhymes abide by the crimes that say you're all dead
blow and watch me grow
Loyal to me
Royal you'll be
Soil and be
Soil for tree
Everyday that go by
Im losing reasons on why
To give time
all on my grind, purple be easin' my mind
And they runnin', they runnin'
We gunnin', we gunnin', we're gonna hit one at a time, time
Them bad
She's had a ball at the dancing hall
But now it's time to leave
She asks her man if he will accompany her to her front door
He says "Yes, it will be
life
No they ain't
She just wants a moment in time
I'm out here on the grind
I'm on job just banged out a nine
Fuck about
Man man go and bang on the nine
time was torn
'cause if I bought me somethin' to eat, shit
I bought you somethin' too, what's mine is yours
But now you'd rather bring me down
used to have the fam right there right by my side
Take me back
Take me back
Take me back to when life was good
Times where everything was understood
traveling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you
Don't stop me now, I'm having such a good time
I'm having a ball
Don't stop me now
If
to see if I was there
Get your minds out the gutter, man
We out here tryna have a good time
And here I am, all heavy with the words where
Somebody
time to blink, man I feel it in my bones
I don't wanna link, better do that on your own
Better watch your tone, shit deep baritone
Yell on megaphones
ain't
They want you to stay the same
They hate it when you say His name
Listen
Man I appreciate the ride
Yea we had some good times
But it's time for me
loc'd up in front of the ice cream truck
And broke all the Lee nails while all the BG's bailed
The little homie be in and out of camp
This time he
a long time man, I been on this job
Been a long time man, I been on this hustle
No be by muscle
Many days, many nights
Many lows, many highs
Still on this
good or evil, (wouldnu0027t you like to know), hey,
Well Iu0027m a true believer, (man they sure can blow) CV, two times . .
Chorus
Hey, oh . . hey – o .
the world is yours kid, put it in ya pocket"
Nah mean?
Make a brother feel good, word up!
Brother feel energized
I want to dedicate this one
Baby, every now and then
I get to feelin' weak in my knees
It's only when you walk by
Oh man, oh my, oh geez
It's your smile
That little wiggle in
twice because we grind
You niggas ain't tough, you're more like mice compared to mine
3 McQueen shots taste like lightning every time
If her top good
smell an ounce of that good and a fifth of rum
Ain't no mistakin' Shady Park is where I'm flippin' from
It's so Shady my old lady gotta' keep a couple
Rude boy uzi wrapped around bullet satchel
Slide up no hands we will snatch you
Drama that I rose from any man goes dumb
Drive by what bitch we do
a good one
At times I`m amazed
Now what the mutha f*** a hood done
What we do to get paid
All day, for the almighty, dollar
Don`t even bother to holla
Our Lord, grant us good in this world
And good in the life, to come keep us safe from the torment of the fire
As we keep our hands up high and scream
(and) dope gift of gab
(What?) Stupid bilingual, wrote rhymes by the pad
So watch me drop ya, ugh, got to stay hyper
The man on the mic servin you type
and forefinger
Until the present is restored
At the murmur of dawn there's a knock at the door
And a small man standing by
He is wearing a dogshide and flies
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