Lyrics:
one toothbrush by the sink
Same exchange with the man next door
Wants to know if you're okay
I shrug him off and grab the mail
'Cause I'm wondering
Take a sip of my drink fuck it take the bottle
Dated grad school chicks and I've dated models
I'm a lucky man maybe I should play the lotto
But
Shout out to the bitch next door
Loud mouth on the bitch next door
Who knew that my homie number 2 but she call me number one where the kids next
in
And to my next opponent
Don't even rest a moment
I'm so West!
(Hell, yes) with no extra's on it
LA dodgers, AK's
Choppers and the kids hit
good Friday
And we have just boarded and the doors are just closing and you chose to sit right next to me
So we strike up conversation 'til we get up
By the comb in his beard
He's weird when he's lonely
I'm lonely and weird
Party in the backside over the ear in
The wake of a sobering year
Faces
Tokin' off the ganja just for stress relief yuh
Say that thats your bitch why she next to me woah
Blinded by the hundreds chasin for the green yuh
white it prolly clear up the whole sky
If tonights the night
Ima do it right
Pop that bottle
Pop that pussy
Till we're outta time
I been getting by
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
are the essentials
You a new face Who sent you
Roaches and butts in the ashtray
By the front door is an AK
The struggle is real this ain't play play
whacked-whacked
Thuggin', nigga what?
Send him to the other room
Yeah, next to the moon
When I'm geeked up, bottle shrooms
Smoke his ass like some fumes
Where
Liquor I throw it
Up in the air and I swallow it whole shit
If it's a bottle or a role model
I don't wanna care if your kids are in daycare
I'm taking this
(Alright, let's get this over with)
I been sipping mad 'Rona, three bottles
Girl come over i am so Goddamn drunk
Tell Jesus I said good luck
Waking
to the door of her crib
Whole gang makin' waves, never off of the grid
Like I'm trippin' on the rocket, get your bands, get your bands up
Cutie with the Vans
(oh yeah)
Say that she wanna be a model
(oh yeah, oh yeah)
Now she popping bottles (oh yeah)
Living like she done hit the lotto
(oh yeah oh yeah)
Baby,
got his head
Ain't rocket science class, I ain't tryna pass math
Put grams on the scale, watch me do arts and crafts
Anything could be my last,
today
Feeling like a bird of prey
Bottle rockets and parades
Pay me off at minimum wage
Please don't let me sleep away
I'll get no sympathy tonight
Please
Six by nines through theses door panels
Make a bunch of noise
I'm mobbin' on these back
Streets and city blocks
Middle finger every cop
Chevy block
at the kid
What I do, duck!
Rae up in the shower singing
Son don't know that it's real
Coming looking like he about peel something
In a tight jam, red down,
dicks, we jumping out
Of convertible matchbox shits, next drip inhaling
Chilling, my throat frozen, my orange brick
Bottles of Cru', bitches with Baby
Killah]
Big fluffed out gooses on, Stan Smiths
The housing cops can suck our dicks, we jumping out
Of convertible matchbox shits, next drip inhaling
on the floor and leave the dope by the door".
Bounced all shook up, she cook up aluminum,
Consuming every skull and crossbones in the room in under 2 minutes,
out
So what are you talkin about
Yo, I got the cherry on G
With me up in V-I-P
And my bottles damn near empty
I got this chick talkin shit in my
step kid
You better watch your step and protect your neck
'Cause you already know what's next
You better watch your step and protect your neck
'Cause you
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