Lyrics:
boxing tootsies, with Pepe
Knock chasin' pussies
Just lookin for investors
To back up this movement we pushin
I ain't comfortable so everything
I make is
to everyone in the world
Nore, Phife Dawg and Abstract
Yo in Iraq, all my niggas love Abstract
Yo, from Far Rock to Flushing, concussion
Every time
Well, East coast girls are hip
I really dig those styles they wear
And the Southern girls with the way they talk
They knock me out when I'm down
material, the time zone, I enter
It's calculated by movement, from pushed pieces
Advancements and development, once the pawn reaches
To 8th ranked, now
down in the ten by fo', controllin the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn em down and you can have it back daddy,
stories and frail ass tales.
Your worthless,
Ruthless, movements won? do it,
So don? do it,
Your envy is hungry like the wolf and duran duran
Here's a record for you homie, 'cause I know you got caught
One love, East Side, that's how we do ride
D.P.G.C. we do or die
Oh yes we're fresh to death,
Well, East coast girls are hip
I really dig those styles they wear
And the Southern girls with the way they talk
They knock me out when I'm down
a factory by the Tyne
It says Morris on the door
The GPO owned it before
I drive in it for my job
The governor calls me a slob
But I don't really care
It was almost every night
I'd be blinded by the light
With the sun I'd drag myself to bed
Sometimes I'd wake up in a sweat
All my sheets were
Love, love, love makes me do foolish things
Sit alone by the phone, a phone that never rings
Hoping to hear you say you love me still
Knowing
away
I feel so far behind
Please
Knock some sense into me
Will you, will you please
Knock some sense into me
Oh I am so stuck
In my own mind
I try
away out west to San Diego
Look away, look away
Look away out east to far Osaka
Where the dockers have organised
The world's longest picket line
Beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me).
Coming from the East Side...
You're fucking with The Pound, oh nigga please,
see-O-B.'s can't
Love, love, love makes me do foolish things
Sitting on by the phone
A phone that never rings
Hoping to hear you say you love me still
Knowing you
heart stoppers partner
Red and black impala ride
Street like patrollie’s
Coached by OG’s to stay low-key (what else)
Sip 40’s and stay with a 4 T
My
I'm 'bout to let these niggas have it
School of hard knocks I graduated
I got all my real straight from Baby's
Laying by my chopper, chopper by
o'clock
We climb the stair
We never knock
For nobody's there
Just me and my shadow
All alone and feeling blue
When the sun sets on the far horizon
I'll grab a crocodile by its tail
Handcuff the judge and throw the cops in jail
Make the meanest woman breakdown and cry
I'm the baddest man alive
I'm
I'm 'bout to let these niggas have it
School of hard knocks I graduated
I got all my real straight from Baby's
Laying by my chopper, chopper by
Coast flow is different than the East
But it ain't no different in the street
I'm spittin' pollaseeds (I'm spittin' pollaseeds)
I crack 'em one by
it, but it's cool to fantasize (It's cool)
Just like I do by old girl and these hands of mine (Woah)
Gripping on the titties, ass, and her thighs (Oh
If I stand around and watch them drown in a pool of gray
When we dive in I can surely say there's feud with force
Am I in your way? Please knock me
granted one by one
When I start to thinkin' it's all me
Well somethin' comes along and knocks me right back on my knees
And I've got
[Chorus]
I've
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