Lyrics:
man like Chubbs did Detail
Back when Ricky was doin' up Teesdale
I was doin' dinner with Teezy
I didn't trust no one, swore gyal lined me 'cause gyal
millenium, propehicies, I'm fulfillin' 'em
Everywhere I go, people be yelling "Yo, that's Will and them"
I check the rhyme like Quest
Sat and wrote some
think he Uncle Ruckus
I left Jimmy, they was spending silly with my budget
And now I'm rolling with some cooler niggas I can fuck with
You by
and the burnt out vans
I've got ninety-nine years of laying in the dark
And I'm far too young to lie
I've got ninety-nine ways to play my guitar
It's going
and the burnt out vans
I've got ninety-nine years of laying in the dark
And I'm far too young to lie
I've got ninety-nine ways to play my guitar
It's going
expecting, I'm sure it's bigger than your religion
Perfected by niggas that manifested music to live in
Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine
She played the fiddle in an Irish band
But she fell in love with an English man
Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand
Said,
plenty hotties
Can't just talk to me like anybody
Can't just talk to me like anybody
Man, you bitches know that I'm a somebody
And lil' baby bad, she
The brother of Ricky, he 'posed to be wild, it's gettin deep
How he knew where I'm at, how he knew how I eat?
The fools pulled out, no doubt, Roberto
um (it's all because of you)
(Say what?) Uh-huh
(I'm feeling sad and blue) she said what?
(You went away) and now, my life is filled with rainy
oh so glad you made it
I'm so glad you could come by
Somebody get the tacos, somebody spark the blunt
Let's start the Narcos off at episode one
I'm a army all by myself
A soldier if nothing else
A outlaw and I want it all (and I want it all)
Them O.G.s that brought us up
Them young boys
And I stand by you
Or else we just don't see the others
Computer age, computer age, computer age
Bikes and vans
Fly by me on the desert
But I'm
I'm a boss, you can tell
By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share
I'm into real estate, in a realer state of mind
We came for trigger
Peace, this is Spike Lee
A.k.a. Shelton Jackson Lee
A.k.a. loving husband and father
Of Tonya and Satchel and Jackson
I'm here with De La Soul
and overbites
But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite
I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine
Ricky had a deuce-deuce, two shotty pumps with a baby nine
Busta had
do drugs I do em all
I'm fucked up girl I missed your call
On that ketamine I'm off the wall
No vans Ricky on my feet
Think I'm dying feel my heartbeat
I just wanna play a cover
By Kylie, Ricky or Elton
I’m just not ready to express myself
And bare my soul
I just wanna play a song that everyone knows
I'm the reason while y'all gangbang
While you was in grade school, I'm takin' fades, fool
Crippin' is international, so now we gettin' paid, fool
Ricky!
It's in the trunk, (yeah, yeah)
Pop the trunk and let you meet lil' Donald Trump, (pop it)
I got 13 hammers, need a reason why
I should
One, two...
One, two-One,two...
Yo!
Hey yo! The Streets Are Like A Jungle
I'm countin' money in the jungle
Hey yo! The Streets Are Like
a
B-O-Y into a M-A-N
Well I can take a failure I can take a flop
I've survived at the bottom
Better than the top
I take it day by day and I can do
Alright
To back I'm raining
Cause you the top noodles like Ramen, save it
Boss Ricky Ross stand tall Cindy Hall
I'm the hottest in the city
Got them rider niggas
my nigga poppin off in my city
I'm the man yeah
Wasn't really bout it nigga jumped up out the van
Twelve gauges didn't even have to up
It was already
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