Lyrics:
out a twenty-one I'll leave wit somebody else
It's somethin about the way I rock a fuckin mic
Big Snoop Dogg what that Crip like
My nigga Fred Wreck
can blow me in the dark
In the parking lot of the trailer park by the garbage
What're you waiting on, me to roll out the carpet?
Condoms are in
even know. Give him due praise or the rocks will roll. If you only knew, he took me back when I was when I was bed ridden too. That at all I've got more
happiness it seems simple enough
But still a million miles from the average one's clutch
Ab, is that savage enough?
I listen to Ghetto Musick, on my roll by
clowns
By the way, who the hell is that
That is Mr. Marcia, our explosive
Ordnance expert. If it can be Blown up, he can do it
Damn straight and your new
just perfect
Yeah
You so thick
You know how to rock it
With a body like Selena Dinner
Get that body on me
I just want to be
The man that give everything
she that she really want it all
Yeah I want it all
The rise and the fall, the grind and the crawl
Do you really want it all?
Damn right I want it all
3rd rivercat I like a Glass who's Todd rivercat I am legend rivercat I don't know wut you've been told Grandmaster P came 2 Rock N' Roll rivercat I
the minimal, that shit get ridiculed
Boy what is you hawkin for? That's the shit to make me lock and load
A youngin on fire I might drop and roll, still in
It's Chris Mind Freak in the back of a rolls
I know magic, proof, and do away with ya clothes
Then come here and let Luda give that body a rub
Cause
Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pushing back on your hairline
Fucking ? will have you stuck in that pill line
Your bitch miss the V-I this weekend
give a fuck when I open ya up)
Hot rocks fly from the back seat and
Busta ass niggas run like a track meet
An if you crawl in the middle bleed mo'
give a fuck when I open ya up)
hot rocks fly from the back seat and
busta ass niggas run like a track meet
an if you crawl in the middle bleed mo'
it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
from, it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
Cuz you insecure
Its damn shame what a damn shame
That we couldn't get it together
That we couldn't get it together
Like I'd rather cry in a wraith
paying for it
Out the damn wazoo
Like you still on my tab girl 'cause I'm drinking for two
Droppin' all my quarters
On them sad, sad songs
And that
they gone treat me an entity
Damn, I swear to god it's a problem
But I got red bottoms cause devil wear Prada
My only rebuttal that y'all on some drama
a shit, I take a trip
I roll by myself, I don't need a lot of people
But doing what I do, I still feed a lot of people
Z-Ro one deep, but he a lot
a hot damn time
Now listen, get the picture, and take a picture of me quick
See 'cause tomorrow I got a new city that I'm gon' hit
A double whammy,
fireworks, so you forget your flares
Kick shit straight up and down, like nigga chases
If you basin, one verse, have you cased in
Like that rock from that
already straight
Fuckin' shit up
Ya talk trash but I can't get over
My haters still fighting for my leftovers
I'm dead first
Roll a hearse to church
shit are you playing or ready
I gotta get it I feel like the rock and roll cause I be rolling so heavy
Heavy metal on that bitch I'm finna rock out like
And trying my best no to panic
Brother awakes me Early Sunday morning By grabbing my shirt
Asked me if I wanted ride Nigga we're going to church
Get there
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