Lyrics:
too fat
Who that
Sliding all up on his opps on the block bringing hell
You knew that
Years I remember praying for a way with a scale
I'm out for the top
Everybody always talkin' like they want out the ghetto
But then they all still wanna be hood rich
I don't wanna hurt you more
I really thought that you
girl brings me two raw eggs and a shot of gin
Then I give it all up for that little blue pill
That promises to bring it all back to you again
Ride
my side
It's hella Bonnies out here
They just need a Clyde
I see hella hotties out here
But can you be a bride
Had the game plan written down by
some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rollin' Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
"It's all about makin' that
like them (yea)
VIP so deep you would think everyone
In the clubs up in
This nigga here won’t stop
I'mma give it all I got
You only hating cause we doing
the boulevard, banging Fat Pat
You looking at an American gangsta in the flesh
Broke bread with true G's, and fronted a few ki's
Moved out to Cali, graduated
girl brings me two raw eggs and a shot of gin
Then I give it all up for that little blue pill
That promises to bring it all back to you again
Yeah,
thru my own hell, stop being afraid to fail
To succeed, takes moments of going thru dispare
(Bow bitch)
Now I'm on my shit, if u wanna know my name
Smell
some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rollin', Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
"It's all about makin'
sit all wet
Ima drop currency and steal the bonds from china hold american by the nuts I'm mean grab her by the pussy it's mad dry though
Let me flood
Me
But I Just Don't Give A Fuck
Cause That Case They Trying Build
Me And U Know That Case Is Bunk
More Like A DEA Reject
More Like They Just Can't See
and face it.
The American dream ain't what it seems
With lies they've laced it.
Can't you taste it?
See they baste it in an imitation butter.
We've
of me
Bad times got a monopoly
Give up, I did the opposite
Pitch perfect, did it properly
Owner killed by his property
This life'll stress you like
Like all these fuckin' imps
Style violent, give a fuck if you deny it
Kids you can all run naked backwards
Through a field of dicks
Fuck the world don't
are here because of the great inflation
That was caused by American companies in Latin America
Aside from that, many are seeking a life away from
I make you think it's a drive by
When I'm really just watching the night lights
We all dream the American one whether you livin a brown, black,
We were moonshine
Rushing down the throat of a giraffe
Yes, rushing down the long hallway
Despite what the p.a. announcement says
Yes, rushing
record the
Way you feeling like history being made
This muthafucka put a mirror
On the goddamn screen let's go, El-P!
Huh? Champ! So what we're gonna do
drunk as hell
He was standin' on the table and he started to yell
"All the freaks up in the party
Move around and shake your body
And if you're down with
malopropism
[Sole mimmicking El-P]
Yo, wha, what did he just call me dun?
Yo, I don't know man
Yo, I, I don't know what he just called you man
Well, yo, go get
like it all, I’m an El DeBarge
Y’all still thinking jewels and cars
I’m thinking dudes retard
I’m building bunkers and you worried bout a damn job
and disease
Buckle up, skipper, the new American Asterix
You're riding shotty with Jesus of Nascareth
At the end of the day, we all sittin' on 24s, 365
pipe hot cook a niggas brain now
They calling him Frylock
You niggas can't hide from the
Eye of a cyclops
I ride drive-by put you guys in an ice box
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