Lyrics:
short but still motherfuck the DA
We play by the rules as they try and crack the code
Combination lock to the kilos that I hold
Leopard print
your four points O's
And Benz five hundreds it all points to oh
Now you niggas 'memba me
Tell me how could you forget, back to johnny's album cover
the juice
Feds still got me in court, shit crazy
Only time I let a bitch record is when I'm writin'
And I'm famous, but can't shit change me, nigga
Greasing my status Wolly Smith want to change gears
One-to one-to three-four man slappin' five
People in the back fidge your face, while I rip it live
I
the Midwest blunted
Pitchforks held high, four fifth by the stomach
You can find me right now, on the C.A. streets
I'm on the roof, of the building, shooting
1, 2, 3 'o' clock 4 'o' clock rock!
5, 6, 7 'o' clock 8 'o' clock rock!
9, 10, 11 'o' clock 12 'o' clock rock!
Gonna rock (What?) rock, rock,
strippin' and they show they breasts
And they all think Joe the best
Well it's on if they got no regrets
Bring them hoes to the low crib by the lake
brought some change to finish my load
I load millions and more millions
Money to the ceilings?
Nigga, No Ceilings
Step up in this bitch, 5 o'clock in
re-up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fat diamond out of dusty coals
Record number four, but we on a roll
Hold
two for the bitches
Three to get ready {cause I feel I finally did it
Four's for the jealous rapper mad because he finished
Turn that motherfucker
top sun shade
Gotta be fly, P1, nigga, spent about five, condo high in the sky
G4 whenever, fly in any weather
Had to pop a few pussies that was bad
One - thug in the club, two - models to go
Three - bottles of Arma', four jars of dro
Five shots to draw, my six hits took off
Seven you make Heaven,
Rooks get tooken by the Knight
Lose they Crown by tryna defend a Queen
Checkmate, in 4 moves the Bobby Fischer of rap
With raw moves in a time where
the record 'cause you're too cool, too cool, too
cool!" & he said bye, bopped on off down the sidewalk; every 4 or 5 steps he'd stop &
turn around,
doin'
(Get funky)
Three, four, three, four, '99
She the new hero 'cause she's so divine
Unaffected by the system, she'd rather die
Than write a rap for
emcees underground and worldwide
Surgeon general notify that the 5 is certified
Four emcees at your door once more
When it rains it pours from
Twa Magicians (The Lady and the Blacksmith Lass)
(Trad. lyrics/additional lyrics by Kerry Andrew)
1. The lady stood at her own front door
know?
So, he phones up the company
"yeah, we got one, " da
Dat dat da we get into the studio, you know
Two months later we go into the studio
To record
c boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
the tweeters posted up by
The tray, like gangstas with the heaters
Gangbangin is my shit nigga
Is you still gon be my homie if I get a little bigger
Fuck
rebel unit,
"The Valley of the Jeep Beats" (one two three four five six)
Hard rhyme and the rebel is on the mic
One time, rhyme animal's on the mic
technical difficulties
Please stand by"
[speaking in Spanish left untranslated]
Auto four six seven five four three
Equals, the levels, of nobody in this
have it figured out by now
There's no need for me to hang around
I gotta get outta town
Five dollar drink and a lonely window seat
Half empty plane
start dumpin
I jump in the 8 5 0 and smash on out
Meet me and Goldie Loc at the DoggHouse
Smoked out, Hennessy and plenty weed
Wit mo bitches, 4
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