Lyrics:
and Lucky Boy too and I can't forget Arena
Wilson Burger by PCH in Hawthorne
And right around the corner is Y-Not, it's awesome
Melrose got Astro's and that's
start at 10 and it's sold out by 11
Rappers blow up, go and debut they whole album on Ellen
But not me I do it for the, do it for the streets
I do it
interviewed by Vlad you either telling a story that's
Incriminating or Lord Jamar, discriminating
But white privilege do exist, I agree though
Labels used
Talent pools were full and fresh for swimming
Backstrokin' through Dark Sides and Illmatic beginnings
Them lemonade stands would make you street platinum
Chorus:
[Groove with the Poison Clan] (7x)
[Poison boys takin' over the club]
Verse 1: JT Money
Once again, it's the Clan with a fast one
To make
while his folk in the next cell
Tapping wit some spoons, we do rank the boom boom
Fresh off a planet wit sand dunes and maroon moons
Soaking wet
We just got money on the dank
And when we got fresh rims we on top
On top of what when the kitchen's table's on hock?
Gun on cock but we seen it in
circumcision
And things could get more ugly than Coolio when his hair frizzin
My mind's a Warfield like Marsha or Justin
Psychosis be exploding by spontaneous
cooler then me
But any girl you can pull I can pull em with ease
Like the letter after D not X to Z, It's easy to me yes yes indeed
It's hard to believe
of the American dream
But Uncle Sam he don't want to share wit me
So when they called up my amigos
He told me bring'em a 10 and kilo
(Hook 1)
(Hook 2: Guerilla
a young child stares at a glowing screen transfixed by tales of violence
his teenage father tells him that that's life, not that Barney shit
a purple
it good muhfucka (I'm neva scared)
Tell da hatas cuff at dat (Chea)
I play wit paper by da ten stack (Cakin)
I love ladies wit a shoe fettish (HA HA)
why
[x4]
Hold up wait a second,
let me think for a second
[Lil' Boosie:]
Red Bandana, Red Lexus
Top notch nigga hoes call me black & sexy
Top notch
(?) dope killa bee (?)
Fresh brewski from distillery
(?) cheerio cereal
If you like the lake full of (?)
Deliver your mind, strive immaterial
I ain't tryna walk into an empty house
And end up on the couch by myself, no
And I ain't tryna be staring at the TV feeling hungry
With no home
(Yeah, kinda) Come with me to the top floor
Watch your step there (let's go, I'm scared!)
Of what?! All this fresh air?
Tired of beatings by your
of the American dream
But Uncle Sam he don't want to share wit me
So when they called up my amigos
He told me bring'em a 10 and kilo
(Hook 1)
(Hook 2: Guerilla
steel hugging
See me with a chick, most likely be fucking
Neighbors too nosy, chain all rosy
Fresh white airs, one squirt of dolce
Coupe all kitted,
[whispered]
Yo' collar, pop yo' collar
Pop yo' collar, pop yo' collar
[Chorus 2X: Proof]
We like the girls, the girls that go boom
I like
on the 10-speed
Now your boy up in a big league
I ain't been to Johnny, but wait 'til you see them new VVs
They ain't gon' want me on TV
Blinded by riches like
Veci hádže v spálni Braňo Mojsej flow
A čistim zuby s Fiji
A citím se jak Didi jéé jéé jééj (Fresh)
A pritom sedlák jak z dediny
Chcel by si mať
me and the homie Diablo at the corner by the border
I heard of these mfuckas trying to creep ten deep and how they want me and my dogg to get the fuck
10, on the side of my hip
I bailed outside and I pointed my weapon,
and just as I thought, the fools kept steppin'
I jumped in the fo', hit the juice
žene Benzo, celé v tmavom
Keď robím niečo, tak nie v malom
Moje rada nie je hate, ale darom
Neznie to vôbec fresh, ale staro
Asi preto, leno tvojí
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