Lyrics:
(Araabmuzik)
My nigga was hungry, went got him a plate
You broke, get out of the way
They look at me now like, "He gotta be paid"
I look
Don't try to abide, then crawl right by my brawl line
You crossed out the time we mined, now slime can watch
From the sidelines and cry, you plundered
[Verse - Violent J]
In the name of the Witch, I cut the head off a mule
I gutted it out, put it on and then I wore it to school
That ain't the only
dreamer
You've been stressed me out
Now I'm puffin these clouds
Indica's my best man
Mary J is my wife I don't give a damn
Forget how to drive oh that's
not a fan, Peter Pan don’t give a damn
J.ust A. M.an 3.njoying L.ife
I’ma take care of my fam
NEVA BORIN DOUBLE FOREIN
My wife Mary keep me soaring
LL Cool J in the building baby
Hey yo 50
You know you're my favorite gangsta right
Hahaha
Yeah we gettin' this
Just keep gettin' money baby
Hip hop for
release
Like this all my homies rest in peace
Disrespect this, put you in the mix
Whopping out that tec grip
Running through your click like busting
ducked
E&J fell out my cup
Them bullets fly by, that shit sober you up
I'm proud of my niggas, they never switched up
Don't care if it's Michael B.
nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
She like the kid, my lifestyle what she wanting
Bottle after bottle by the bar, I be stunting
It's Gucci this, Gucci that, Gucci hat
Big doofy gat,
embarrass him
My spear hit his ass it'll Bloody Mary
Him, shotty blast with body bags
They gotta carry him
Meek Milly I squeeze millis
And got accuracy, so
release
Like this all my homies rest in peace
Disrespect this, put you in the mix
Whopping out that tec grip
Running through your click like busting
Tried to play it cool, but in my head shorty's wildin
Using me to get the next nigga jealous called up the fellas
Ty Nitty line was busy so I beeped
of a new day
Magical carpets screaming down the freeway
[Violent J]
Walked in a gypsy's tent with a food stamp
And walked out with a magical lamp, yeah
linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumference,
Slamming dooors
Stomping my feet
Yelling out
Drinkin
Smokin
And loving on mary j
Yea that knife was mine
He stole it from behind
But I knew it all along
While you're doing your dance I want you to make moves
No one out there thought you could do
You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do
possessed you
To come out your face, now I have to wet you
Throw on my Timbs, black mask and black serpent
Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30
I put
stuffed in the head
Cock it, pop this bitch, no stoppin'
I'm locked in, I count Ms, I spend it by the thousands, yeah
Uh, uh
It's a parade inside my
a vest and some olive oil that the pastor blessed (pastor blessed)
That I take out the bottle, put it on my head and chest (head and chest)
To protect me
the world's not out to get you, my love
I know it feels that way sometimes
and you don't need an army by your side
fill your head with guns and bombs
don't take
bitches out there but I grow weed plants
So every time I hit the blunt
It's like I'm hitting that ass
And I'm Shaggy, throwing heads in the air by
nights a drive-in movie would be alright
As long as they both were home at a decent time
Mary drove in her daddy’s ford this went on two years or more
Out
you look so sad
Your gonna end up dead too
Can you stand the rain and heal my pain like Mary Jane
Head up in the clouds feeling something that I can't
If I fall by the river bed
Would you save me or leave me dead?
All the blood I shed
And I'll just rest my head
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