Lyrics:
lye
See some people ridin' by, come outside, say what up
I ain't nothin' like a star, I'm chillin', layin' back
Travel round the whole world,
nigga, attackin' ya.
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up.
I only do my dirt at night like dracula.
I'm wanted by the feds, these
to a prison tale
Fuck that, I quit while I'm ahead
Ship my music off like Amistad
Turn it up and hear the ghetto pledge
Live righteous, nigga, like my brother
get it how you live, that thang that you working is power
Tryna be generous, so honey here's a tip
Now-a-days it's gettin' cheaper to put 20's
get it how you live, that thang that you working is power
Tryna be generous, so honey here's a tip
Now-a-days it's gettin' cheaper to put 20's
I was sittin' in a truckstop
Watchin' tumbleweeds roll by
Tryin' to read the menu
When the waitress caught my eye
She pulled a pencil from her
take this town
Suckers gettin' mad, swift kick, broke rib
Serve it in a dish, name it up, rib-tip
Metal in the front, big stomp, crush neck
Punks on tip
were tight like the Q-Tip in the fight
Now is you insane is your brain intact
We be official when it comes to this no B.S. rap
Here comes the lyrical,
I spark like a blunt's tip, somethin cavi
Makin Greene like Mitch
Gives rap vocals dispatch
With every attempt
To have this game shook up
When Dre
freeze and drop when Lil Wheezy cock
And niggas be like Q-Tip 'cause they breath and stop
Believe or not, the ki's ten G's a wat
Until I die apple
catch me ridin' with my nina, bruh
She got an apple bottom that remind you of Bonita, bruh
Oh you mean like Q-Tip? Now that girl my new bitch
Excuse
sons, step back, let the TEC lift
Lift you up, bless you with a shorty then we set you up
Spark the lye, Q.B.C., yo, it's do or die
In this business
gettin' crunk, just fun
Nobody give a fuck (fuck)
All these days already gone by (gone by)
Man, I ain't seen your ass in a long time (hey, hey, hey)
on the wave
There ain't no stoppin' the play
Hoppin' up out of the flames
Inking the island today
Get your peace up on the board
Bought a crib by the lake
the curtain I'll merk 'em
Wizard of oz niggas, hiding behind money
Hiding behind luxury
I see em shootin' up all that fuck shit
Its gettin' ugly
Got torch
There ain't nothin' you can do
'Cept pull your drawers down (you got to)
Pull ya drawz down (you got to)
(What up, Dogg?)
I just left the weight room
Ya
at the tip of politics
The devils slick, gettin their head split
I spit at those hypocrites
So i sticks to the music
Think about it it¹s god
You better get
is "The Villain"
My homey from the see-P-T, cold chillin
Now as time flies by I see the game gettin mo' reala
As I get mo' scrilla, can you dig it?
gettin' that degree at Stanford or Harvard
Threatened by my work ethic, the way I speak, yo
Should I be mentally weak, verse being Malik
Yo, should I be
me a try to kiss me enough? Hun?
Oh, please love meean French, French mean love, everybody love my accent
Why nobody like it? Q-Tip would write
me a try to kiss me enough? Hun?
Oh, please love meean French, French mean love, everybody love my accent
Why nobody like it? Q-Tip would write
Think I give a fuck about some silly bitch named Gore?
Yo PMRC, here we go, raw
Yo Tip, what's the matter? You ain't gettin' no dick?
You're bitchin'
That's how I move, aye
She said she wanna rock with me cause she know how I move, aye
I've been gettin' money multiply it by the twos, aye
I've been
bigger buns than my man Paul Bunyan's
I've been going nuts gettin' all cooped-up
Fully hermitizing but now I'm getting souped-up
It's time to turn the page
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