Lyrics:
a strap
Precisely that's how motherfuckers make them fat lick-backs
See I'm way respected in the rap industry
Cause I skip, spit that real-life type
the parks
I'm the type to sit back and analyze the prize
Grip it up and flee the scene wit' a different disguise
Take a detour, I be all that I can be,
I laid the anchor in the 'Ville
And how I relate, the same side of my gates (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Paper days, mess up my mind, ground zero
Yo E, somebody come in this motherfucker
With me man
I'm with you nigga, you don't need nobody
I'm with you nigga come on nigga what's up?
LS
it up with my squad Now I'm back in the mix
You on sucker shit
The perfect motherfucker
I'ma come up with
At the end of the day
I'm taking all of it
with a real nigga
Say V-12 turn her on, ex-boyfriend won't leave her alone
She livin' in the past, tryna move it on, just need one day with me alone
not be forgot
About the day my deejay turned into an autobot
He got struck by lightning in an electrical storm
He got on the wheels of steel and began
Center for a high price
Let me tell you 'bout my life
The type of shit a young black man
Gotta go through every day of his life
Hard times to live in
the day
Just raised in my kicks and it changed what I spit
And return it to Run why'all love today
I pick the mic back up, came right back up
To the top
Street, Hillside type
(This is what we do, all day like this nigga!)
Mobb shit now!
(Get this shit crackin' den nigga!)
It's a drought on
(Fuck now!)
a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
bliss
Heel hell holy hunks
Soulless soul singer
Mindless, dreamless
Every field success stories
Star in thrillers not by boredom
Two thumb tap
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
the chill of September
The smell of manure comes in, and mix with the timber
And this the type of shit me and my homies remember
And for me, it brings
slide
Gotta get that bitch right, want him dead by midnight
I followed him from his crib to the crack spot
I watched him go in and come back out, I got
fact, I remember back in fifth grade
I tried to read the book of love, but sadly
The introduction didn't grab me
So I left it on the shelf and kept
Mob shit bitch
I know you know
But check game doe
I'm in the S-C 4-double-oh
Sitting real low, stick in the flo', oh
The hoe want me to come
you ride for me?
Well I'ma die for you
Would you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you type of cats, let they man get struck
Never strike back
cooks in the kitchen
Now he's back to flipping love borns and cipher says
To support his kids, much even hyper wiz
A bad amigo, will stroke your ego
you ride for me?
Well I'ma die for you
Would you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you type of cats, let they man get struck
Never strike back
I am Adolfo Pirelli
Da king of da barbers, da barber of kings
E buon giorno, good day
I blow you a kiss!
And I, da so-famous Pirelli
I wish-a
On and on and on and on and on and on and
Over the backs of the lines as we growl, mutherfucker
We are livin' in the last motherfuckin' days
This is Revelations
If it don't go down now
or fall I stand tall you're small in fact
Step aside, you might get fried
By the super technique that the rapper applied
As a matter of fact, the impact
A yo Pac, you work, you gave a
Lot of love back to uh
Some Bay Area artists like E-40, 4 Tay
(yup) , you know, Dru Down
And the whole crew
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