Lyrics:
Future record breaker
Wembley will sing my name
I’m a Leo that’s a lion make it 3 I’m filled with pride
Non league up to champions I’m ready for the ride
Twenty-three different shades of green come bursting through your eyes and I saw red
Another black out summer's on for this year
And you can count
drive by
The helicopters, they fly over, I wave "hi"
The men in red throw gang
Signs when I skate by
I walk the line between South
Central and Van Nuys
Get ready, kids, it's time to have some fun, With a song that'll make you dance, everyone. Bubbles floating in the air, so light, We're gonna pop
mothafuckaz it's not over til I'm done
How many times do I have to give out my fucking name
A to the K yes it's spelled the same
I hope in a good way it's
a Tahoe truck sittin' up on 24's
[verse 1]
I got mo grams than teddy, got a cam in my chevey
My car go (eeerrrrr) and when I ride I'm ready
Look like
[Verse 1:]
Hail Mary full of grace I got the devil in my head
again, my eyes blood shot red again. I thought I
escaped this trap, but I'm back smokin
to spin
Yea we ready to fight
Wait til the time is right
The red the blue and the white
Like wolves we kill in the night
Like Butlers we do it polite
Give
Buddies a must, who can I trust
Hoping to split up my guts
Mysterious often hilarious
But I'm ready to bust
Who is the one among us?
I was with black
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
a Tahoe truck sittin' up on 24's
[verse 1]
I got mo grams dan teddy, got a cam in my chevey, my car go (eeerrrrr) and when I ride I'm
Ready look like
Yeah
Tired of walking contradictions
Spitting fiction like its wisdom
If I invest to ingest
I'll get upset by what they're missing
Three daughters
and a struggle
And a strange blur of muddled everchanging colours on a page
I'm blowing bubbles in the rain
Trying to get my mind off the trouble in my brain
sittin' up on 24's
[verse 1]
I got mo grams dan teddy, got a cam in my chevey, my car go (eeerrrrr) and when I ride I'm
Ready look like I'm glidin'
kill and some niggas don't
You's a fake it 'til you make it type a nigga
I'm a straight up take it type a nigga
Pistol whip a nigga 'til I break it type
type a nigga
I'm a straight up take it type a nigga
Pistol whip a nigga 'til I break it type a nigga
I'm hard on chumps, most of these dudes is fags
came and got me
And steadied the block
We bounced to the yeti, and I'm ready to rock
With no attachments, feelin' a little loose
Blowin' up in every spot
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
Bill ain't a sucka
Part one tripped y'all out part two is a motherfucker
Gimme some bob and I'll start by killing me
I'm dead so pass the bob G
Yeah I'm from the dirty thirty
Dunno why you've never heard of me
Record's pretty chequred, repping the birdy
From Cassowary to Kookaburra, stop by
crowd.
Little bit of you.
I'm here.
And you are here forever.
and this world will
make nice sound.
Come & Go with me
The road of the light's
got ready
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
A lot of times, I forget to fall asleep
I'll forget to brush my teeth, by now it's probably almost 3
A couple times I'll cry and stare at all my
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