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ain't talk right 
They ain't talk right
Talkin' but it's all lies 
Written by DvD (David Finch)

On the beat, it's abduction
No time for assumptions
Icons illustrious
Want they accomplishments
It fuel my consciousness
Consistency, got to be competent
You

they want but they know me
Recognize that the streets gonna owe me
You say you blow dro nigga, you supposed to show me
Now where the bud at
You know them

sticks in the window, that's hood security
But I kept them sticks by the TV, they think it's fear in me
I'ma do them greasy , line them up, nobody killing

glass

Oh how silly of me I forgot I'll just get one 
You start darling

Don't you want some of this

Oh, that wine makes my skin all blotchy
 I'll have

path to choose
So guess what I'ma do
It's not cause I want to, but I'll do what I got to
Cause I know some days the sun won't shine but a full dinner

wanna drop in (Skrr, skrr)
Getting all this love just because I am poppin'
They want in the wraith but they ain't gonna hop in (Bah, bah)
Lil' bitch, I

Pleasure
From New Mexico to Malibu
Yeah, I'm looking for my special dude
Got some margaritas and a room for two
No coconuts, see me in the nude
Come

a crown
Drag you over the beat
Track you down, bloodhound
All these wallets, they be fallin' outta pocket
Say they want me up on that dick, "Throw it down

the fuck 
Vision keeps switching up 
Am I on some drugs
I'm on some shit 
Losing my sanity 
Cause they always on my dick 
Sorry for the vanity 
But you lose

Intro

S.L.A.B.

Slow Loud and Bangin', Vol. 3

2004

Studying this just how to be a true playa
Wanna ask me some questions? 

Yea son. Let me see this
Oh they didn't have questions like this when I grew up

Ahoy down there!
This is Balloon Admiral Sky T. Buffoonery
I’m coming to you live from waaay up here
Talking to you waaay down there
Who want to fly

Uh and I'll let you know
You gotta keep ya lawn clean
You gotta keep it nice
You got snakes in the grass
And u know that they bite
Asking me like

tell me what we finna do
'Cause bout my money I'll really fight you
I'm not the one nor the two
Have my niggas stick you down like they glue
Betty Boo

can't breathe""
Still on my feet 
Game of Musical Chairs
This assed out route
cll too familiar
Like deaf clings to the hearing impaired
Some blinded by

To the day we die
We gone spend this cash
We gone drive these cars

They say no you can't read the first five books
Like I don't already know it's embedded in

on beats
I swear, you got to watch all your homies cos really my nigga, there aint no love in these Streets
I done seen too many niggas go by cos they

way too good to be true, got me thinking I’m set up
Go ahead with the fame don’t matter
Really ion want it I’m better
All your favorite rap is fading

been up in a lot shit
I need you to help me
I got a lot of kids, a lot of babymomma's
I need some help
Cause I feel like that it's all on me, I do it by

on me
My head hot like my fever heating.
I don't judge by what they got it just be looking even.
Keep it a hundred trust nothing I know looks deceiving.

really in it
I been opening some doors but only by a couple inches
They've been after my neck so they put me on a hit list like they're trying to kill time

on a jets

I got gold I don't want no Patek, I don't do what you expect
Say Im high, Im feeling blessed, I got checks by playing chess
I'ma step when it's

Benjamin's
Off the wall in my vans
Bitch I'm da man
Cooler than a fan
Get me some bands
Millionaire plans
Bitch I'm tha goat
You don't want no smoke
I can't be

often go to get some on my three wheeled bike
Oh, fish, I love 'em so very much!
They're a treat to my eyes, and a gift to my touch!
I just don't