Lyrics:
up like the Acorn Boys
On 10th street, I got a big freak
Until you learn to speak, realize you're weak
Cause it's the Oaktown, and they all get down
on situations I can and can't avoid
plus big voices getting hot
they constantly sneaking on blocks
they trying to bring me in unconscious
but them pins got popped
on situations I can and can't avoid
plus big voices getting hot
they constantly sneaking on blocks
they trying to bring me in unconscious
but them pins got popped
on me
Got's to be clever, when now they grindin' for your cheese
'Cause when it be comin to drama, my city's under siege
Watch who you're talkin
I can't fuck with you, I need a bitch like Tracy.
Got a good job, when she walks in the place, she
Gets respect with them big-ass tits.
She
nigga to fuck with
I got the A to the motherfuckin K, and it's ready to rip
Slapped in my banana clip
And I'm lookin'
Is he in Watts, Oakland, Philly
to me
With the same old game though
Tryin' to play me out like Nintendo
How the fuck you think I ever got this far?
By bootin' motherfuckers like
A Hell Of A Fire
Got To Mess Around And Take Ya All Higher
My Clientele Climb The Great Big Boost
I'm The Give It All And Turn It Loose, Huh
All You Fly
a shed
Now I got bars that go over you heads
I was born and raised in The Midlands
Since then I roamed to next kingdoms
I'm sick can tell by my symptoms
by few
We pay big money to the ones that do
The christian militia, they give us big knowledge
But the pentagon messed up and wouldn't acknowledge
favorite drug
You can't get enough
A passion that's everlastin
I get lit and do work like Rob & Big
This notorious paint glorious
Kush euphoria
finna make it big up out my city like notorious
Feeling like a bad step child ain't no controlling him got something to move call Lyft and we gone follow
Instead getting killed out here a dead martyr
Bitches call me notorious like big papa
I am fuckin lost in this nonsense
When it makes no sense we got no
finga up when I'm after you
Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud sign
You heard I'm fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9
Movin up like you got it on yo
yo hands in the air 'cause we back again
With Hershey L-O double see doe, funk by the kilo
And we know, how to keep it on the G Low
Incognito,
(Food clothes medicine)
Heh, so y'all know it's nearly a hundred and ten degrees in this f***in' vulgar room domain.
Got the motherf***in' face
and count to three
Don't hide don't be unseen
Don't be just a cog in the machine
Just another piece in their big fat broken machine
Manufactured everything
To rage against machine punch drunk
Instead of search for twerks while dodging that machine gun funk
Hide the doobie
Tongue tied talking to the cops loopy
every now and there
99% of 'em are just mumbling
I guess you got a whole lot of dick stuck in your mouth
Spit lyrically to shut your mumble ass up
Shit
poppin these bars and not like fein
I got my stick by my waist by my jeans
Feel like I'm Michael I'm doin this lean
I press withdraw n it broke the machine
clothes on layaway
Now I'm dipped everyday and every see-note got big face
Holler at me man, used to ride the back of the bus
Now I'm spinnin V-12's
up when a nigga was down
I stay with the ones that was there from the ground
All of my niggas got boof by the pound
They roll it up in the Fronto,
so deep, go so deep
In your stomach, indigestion, get the green light,
I'ma go
Go-go gadget, dis inspection, way you move?
Got me hypnotized, notorious
To some shit that was wack
But I don't need it anymore
So I'm giving it back
The feeling is glorious
Do it Big
Notorious
Yo it felt like I got introduced
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