Lyrics:
Learn and listen
Got you spinning off my shine
Like the Earth in the Sun’s distance
Dilated Agents, we the greatest, ‘Cali-hop’
All-stars, true
I feel like I should warn you, caution and inform you
Body is all black and blue, face a deathly greyish hue
Workin’ on a quart of brown, one turned
nigga, straight on the fourth
Off an eight, got a nigga late to the awards
The trunk in the front, the motor in the back
To everybody who doubted me,
barbecues, enjoying Sunday afternoons
Hippies in the parks all trippin' off shrooms
No drive bys its all about drive-ins
Hittin' skins in the back
Alright, you bitches
So I have to come give you bitches
This push, bitch, by Fantasia, bitch
This is a push, bitch, you know what?
I know they ain't
the crew be all that
Hey yo, hickory dickory dock I'm under the Brooklyn block yes
Who's the next to testify and try and penetrate the vest
Diggatie do re
in the back of my mind I still know
I still got a job to do, for real yo
Give thanks for the meal, it's time to peel though
Lick 'em off, soon be
chop off your braids and cut
You all and exhibit knowledge
Big up to my high schools
And all the college heads
From lowlands to the beaches and hills
For
Pick yourself up by the boots
Get your tires on the streets
Let that burning rubber sweep that boy up off his feet
Driving down some dirt road is
called the ocean breeze
His face is kind as it is creased
From tossin' nets off an old boat bow
But all Jamal is a mariners son
Will tell you where
a ditch
All I need is a few pounds and a mound
I can pitch
Got a diva, got divas
Chocolate brown and she thick
Went to town with her lips
Southbound
She hopped off your dick
Cause that shit whack
Uno, dos
Come back to three
When y’all are done
She come back to me
I put my hands up
And then we fuck
I
his back settle all that are fronting
I'm where the bull shit turn to manure, no farming
Had to shake the shit off
Where we grew up they sling onions
No
me?
Let's get inside the coupe and you can spin the town with me
You know I got the loud and I got the brown with me
Let's take a flight to Houston,
or get off of the pot
Roger Brown papers, I caught a man sniffing
Ya'll happy and thinking we're
Back for the lick
Get up late hear about that study
That
to ya all,
cnd they balling in the deepest,
They dunking in the wells,
Selling all the keepers,
cll in on the sells,
Now come on tell me something,
Wise
little one with the dark brown eyes
I couldn't resist cause you look real fine
And girl I couldn't take you off ma mind
But you ignoring me, ignoring ma
Might throw a couple dollars, gon get it off the floor
You know a party aint a party shit if I aint puffing loud
Lap dance from a bitch, backwood in my
be known I'm by the throne
Different time zone, still gonna get my shine on
Getting fits off even at the grocery store
Harlem shaking out of style that
Governmently engineered like E Bola for this rap garage sale
by this industry I'm trying not to get fucked like 2Pac in jail
You can hate me, but await me like
by all your old instruments and fashion books
three years will keep you angry
angry angry
plenty angry and enthused
right into a state of static
scared by the thought
Of putting on three extra stone
Disregard all dieting information
It's best to leave well alone
You're better off fully grown!
to only wear red, now they're all hanging by a thread
The lesson is, the lesson learned
No matter how you hurt or how you burn
Better to go naked first
(I be the God)
And broken bottles, all this money that you making
Pop goes the weasel (Pop)
How now, brown cow? My weapons all illegal (all illegal)
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