Lyrics:
One eight seven on my enemies
Hold a muthafucking glock put it in a muthafuckas face
Si no se la lleva la verga
Hasta la fecha yo sigo levando
nagrywam by mogli powiedzieć
Chcę lub nie chcę skończyć tak jak on
Dałem wam brzmienie które dał mi nowy york potem g funk
W górze więcej nowych rąk
of them smiling, 2 of them drinking
One of them winking
All 7 I'm scooping, Hey!
What can I say?
It's plenty bottles of booze
Igloo's & chests
Big boobs
risingだ
状況を改善 社会面的
make you clap to this
空中７回転
無事着地 即ち水の泡
passin'you by like はいからさん
瞬く間に
I be switchin' styles like 宝塚
朝まで動かせ声あげな (Huh!)
朝まで動かせ手をあげな (Huh!)
on every discussion
See myself is the meaning
Get out of everyone's dream
I'm so influenced by train wreck
We picking up steam
It's like "choo choo"
to
Release flavor, like I usually do
With my crew, cause ripper, music of life
And.. yours truly
G, flowin (off and on, off and on, off and on)
[Repeat
on point cause we movin off course
I'm checkin for you and yours
It's hittin worldwide
We gotta maximize by eliminatin lies
[ VERSE 1: Mondo ]
Old Tommy Boy
and fathers
And fuck America, now the psych is steppin' on toes
Bill Clinton got at least twenty-seven more hoes (yaw don't believe me)
Short ?? take
and a pipe
Or a bike and a spinner, a weapon and some transport, for my little nigga
Posted Destiny up on her b-day, and got blocked by bare silly hoes
But
And hit the sand in the water so I get cool
I see a little lady walkin' with her cheeks out
Gotta pull her by her arm and see what she's about
Can we go
And like vampires niggas come out in the dark
Freaks sell dope for material shit
On the side gold-diggin' for some part-time dick
O.G. nigga's turn into
And even when you're ch-ch-ch-ch-chillin' out
You're wondering what's it all about
Coolin' out, coolin' out, coolin' out
At the G7 summit, well we've
gettin' blown by PJ Sparks at Key West
I need breast like Sahara needs a HIV test
I'll hit that pussy up with a nasty attack
Get on your knees like your
I had dreams of rockin with my man B.I.G.
Talk about Brooklyn thugs the way they used to be
What kinda kicks are that? Why they snatchin off ya hat?
that I writa
No need for a typewrita
So understand that I'm dwellin in the shack
On a Long Beach lack
With my three five seven jack fully strapped
should be
But now let's go a few blocks over to 7-3
Channel 2 says at the mall twelve cops got shot
Cause there's eight hundred sisters taking over
Pour kerosene on top the thing
Omoge you jukpa di
Tell me why you just dey hike
When I wan dey by your side
Anywhere you go I go follow you go
24 7 for
and no, it really was the mess at home
My grandpapa drank, next door was a second home, 7 kids
But to the white man the kaffir boy
So granny got it all,
and exit 196 went flying by
Now every 20 seconds it was like a siren going off
And her forecast was mostly clear and loud
And it went up 30 decibels at mile
friends
And maybe then... mu, mu, mu maybe then
Early mornin
On my 7th inning stretching shit, fighting sleep
Last night I thought I'd never miss
Writing
martian on my pants and my waist
Always come first never come second place
Man aint playing no blame game
Stack notes act broke and maintain
I know dargs
Sleep will eventually conquer but patiently we wait
As seconds tick by the hour is getting late
Hey you devil, don't say a word
I'm gonna buy you
Adam, I gotta go the other
Levels and meet God so farewell 'till our next meeting
And I better call Eve he said to squeeze them tities
On the second
It's every damn morning
Looking out the window on my way to work
As a real man I stand by my word
And I really don't know how to feel about this
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