Lyrics:
off the dock
Flip off the cops with a pair of old socks I'll be
Like a postman, in the snow, man
I'm cold, man
Footsteps they be crunching in the snow
Jodesy
She new to you but she old to me
Come and hop in my coupe come and roll with me
Ride by myself but ya hoe wit me
Jodesy
She new to you but she
as if I was the man
Getting telephone calls from my uncle's friends
I'm sixteen years old, with game so throwed
I was parking niggas frontin' me
I been doin greater
I been tryna chill but they want the old me
I been smoking marijuana n nicotine I can't breathe
I been blinded by the fake right
and, uh
To say this was my dream would be a lie
But nowadays
It seems to keep me in the beamer breezing by
Nothings forever, right? I don't know, man
I
And gives a fuck when other rappers talk shit
I know you motherfuckers, heard me rap
So hard, I put your momma in my dirty rap
No shit, the old bitch sucked
look
Old Brooklyn, Putnam Avenue crook, I've been token
All around the world, rooked it then, drive back in Brooklyn
Good looking, son, yo, son,
can I scoop for you
Oh baby let me scoop for you
Pretty mama can I scoop for you
Come honey let your daddy scoop for you
Oh man old man I want your
and countin', dirty six at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third bentley by the time i'm at 9
I hear 'em cryin, "you gon' sell out" ya
[Chorus: TQ]
All I ever wanted to do was be da man
Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam
But the dirty streets in the city won't let me go (let
that which is MINE
A is for ANY old how, darling
N is for Any old time
I'll be your Loverman! I got a masterplan
To take off your dress And be your man
be young again someday
Do your job you dirty slob or nobody gets paid
She was standing on the dock trying to hit the moon with rocks
Along came a man
an old-time gangster movie?
With the white man ringin shots on blocks
With their clean shave and pin strip-suits
the neighbors complaining about the children
Tellin' them so and so, off
But I do think if you're callin' me dirty
You're gettin' back in a blink near old
I
burned
'Cause them whitey's on some next shit, some hang you by your neck shit
Oh well, I'm in jail man, I figure I'm protected (right)
Southern
the God by any other name
I'm Clubber Lang with a Hogan 'stache
I'm Mr. Pink making moves with the stolen cash
Buy the bar in South Dakota then I dip out
working in a bank
The family man, the football fan
And your name is Harry
How dull it seems
Are you the hero of my dreams
I can still recall our last
I'm on a Russ Parr thus far, to us stars
This is just us rock, use a nigga guts for the guitars (Put it on)
They getting bodied by an old nigga
Tell
Came up stayed up
Now it's four am and I'm watching the street go by
By
By
By
Came up stayed up
Now it's six am and I'm watching the night make way
thats what i was told In the street life man
They breaking codes young an the old why they preaching
Rules they dont vibe by i know some killaz in them
by[02:46.96]But both will leave you fish-fried, now old bae movin' on[02:50.22]The sauce you taught her still remains, she swam to such a distant pond[02:53.50]Who
I'm switching lanes
Yeah, I got some change, but I remain the same
People got some change and then they change, man, that's so insane
Now they know me
my time
I have to stick by her, too, while I'm serving her time
It's kind of romantic if you think about it, Rand
A man can't testify against his wife
man, Once described by his lover as
Indomitable as a goliath, but with the feet of a ballet dancer
Take no risks you can't lose
Take no risks, with
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