Lyrics:
Each lazy hour
What a good life
Lying laid back
Like an old railroad bum by the track
What a good life
Living outdoors
Lie in the grass and chew
to y'all
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asking "gimme some", living life like a bum
Times is rough, my auntie got enough
to y'all
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asking "gimme some", living life like a bum
Times is rough, my auntie got enough
won't laugh at your looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need
them lines with them hard hits
And I'm harmin', bombin' with heavy bombardments
Pushin' poetry like weed by the pounds
Underground railroad, RZA track
droppin' game to the youngsters
Y'all don't want no funk 'cause
Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz
homie, Snoop Don Corleone
Spit three words up in lightning
As long as I'm bouncin with this I know you like it
Fo' sho tho, you can't take my fo-do'
Yo Brian how do you feel about me
You disgust me
I can’t hear you my headphones are too loud. Bitch
Riddle me this, how many bits to tickle the tip
the grand canyon
Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon
Searching for my style like Job-Corps
Coming home on work release
my Glock up
Like I'm Sosa
Sosa
Sosa
Sosa
Sosa
Sosa
Sosa
Sosa
Sosa
Yeah
Yeah
Round three
It's gonna be a long song
It's all a freestyle by the way
But I bet you you can't do that, 'cause the multi-platinums
Can't save your ass on the block, and you're fucked if it ain't pop
The funk is blowin'
a flock of seagulls
Underground railroad tracks
Strapped with machine gun funk on my back
Blastin when I sojourn the truth
Shootin to free my people
Don
that's how we do this
It's all about you Mayne
It's yo' life, let 'em know somethin'
I come from where they pop they collars
And couldn't be saved by
been so damn good
(Said this rap game's been good to me)
Hard times
(But I don't know how long that's gonna be, yeah)
I hope I don't go back
crystals, rap spittin like clips do
When I dismiss you, me and my click, fool
Chorus:
May I (may... I), may I funk with you?
(repeat x4)
To be a high rolla,
the grand canyon
Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon
Searching for my style like Job-Corps
Coming home on work release
it
Four by four, double parkin' it (four by)
Niggas wanna play like cards in it
Wave the white flag, they forfeitin' (yeah)
Now I got a ring too
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one, check it
Scriptures hit
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one, check it
Scriptures hit
almost scorched em all
When she wet like a faucet I can't turn her off
Spin again spin again we tried to cut em off
How it's funk up in this shit you
the grand prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in a can like some Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small,
(Gang)
Who gettin' topped by a freak? (Gang, gang)
Who the real niggas we losin'? (Gang)
Who slide with me, cruisin'? (Gang, gang)
If you can't stand
around way too long
Fighting with my life that nigga way too strong
Writing hella music been in and out of the studio
But damn I haven't been on the stage
scotch
Let the haters kick rocks, my shit is tip-top
I never flip-flop
Why? 'Cause my soul too strong
Did this all on my own
'cause waiting took too long
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