Lyrics:
to bust off another
Flee in that direction, you could get it from my brother
At least then you know that you up against G O D
So when we throw those
Burnin up
Forever gettin thrown out the club
It be us Paul
Shot out and bugged
I smoke bud, sniff a bee's ass to get a buzz
I'm everything you think
time to chill, got a date, can't be late
Hey, the girl is gonna do me
Move to the Jacuzzi, ooh, that booty
Smack it up, flip it, rub it down, oh, no
of butter and somethin sweet
Gallons of coffee to wash it down
Bicarbonated soda by the pound
Then throw me (smack dab in the middle)
I picture it
then
One tough move throw your hands up
Say I don't make no rules
No one even knows I'm here
Now it's on you to man up
You say no weight'll hang
They know me all over town
When I throw it up, ye, shawty buss it down, oh
I'm a king gimme my crown
When I throw it up, ye, shawty buss it down, oh
high yeah
Yeah
Smoke a j and go get high
Yeah
Smoke a j and go get high
Cooped up in the studio my heart it be on fire
With the dark side of the moon
to the earth. We are blood in the dirt. A family malfunction has sunken any hope. Just kill it now and hang that motherfucker by its throat. You are waste
Wake up, motherfuckers!
And smell the Cuban coffee
Una coladita, ha, ha, ha
You ain't gotta worry about MIAMI
Being represented no more
'Cause it
speak
Unless you spoken to
We throw a cold screw
And sober up when I'm approaching you
At the same time we posting two
Niggas on tha ass-fist gonna do
I'm goin' up, never been a puppet
I got her on strings, she gon' be my muppet
I feel like Kareem, dunked it then I stuffed it
Blinded by temptations,
stories on your prime time television, I can smell a blatant contradiction
Man, listen
Don't want to fuck up my vibe
Let's end it on a positive note,
da funk
A put it up
A put it up
Slam dunk da funk
A put it up
If ya got that feelin
Slam dunk da funk
A put it up
A put it up
By now you
understood until I lost a few people
Dead and gone still their memory lives on
Throw a mural up let them niggas them was loved
Now were in to better things
J&S Hawken
Built a shop in
St Louis
Building long guns
One by one
Like no one else could do it
J&S Hawken
Making stocks in
Walnut and maple
And every
it
And the weeks fly by and the years roll on
Sometimes dreams are all you got to keep you going when the day gets long
And you gave up so many
Can't mess with Limp Bizkit
'Cause we get it on every day and every night
So, back it up, you know what I'm saying?
What, you don't like Limp Bizkit?
I grabbed the cellular phone and called my nigga Face
Had to beep him 911, he wasn't at his place
The phone rang, I picked it up, I heard, What's
it gave me all away
I rolled up the tent top up and rolled away
I smell like money lit though the state
Go in my closet first to throw away
I'm
you by my side
I want you by my side
I want you by my side
We cannot relax
We got our backs
Up against proverbial
Walls we want it all
And should
ayy, I'm ballin' (haha, ha, haha)
Tryna get that lotto rich
Goin' hard, I can never do it moderate (see ya)
When I pull up to the addy, bet it's goin'
And I'm just tryna kick it with the girl in the back
Who doesn't give a damn
If I'm J from brooklyn or just in the band
It's all the same, it's all
my stomach
See me at the top gon' have these fuck niggas vomit
Boom, boom, boom
That's how I blast on my opponents
Like J. Cole said
Man can I hit it
around town
You poppin'
Yes, I know how to get by
Roll up
We 'bout to get high
I love the way you throw it with the money in the air
Throw it, throw it
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