Lyrics:
The human mind can only perceive
Three dimensions of physical space and the fourth dimension of time
So again Space and Time
What's really
love, from, from motherfuckin'
The corporate world, that cant go get a job
Cause they been in jail, they did a 3 to 9, a motherfuckin'
A bit
to make it by
Praying for my shift to come and take away the pain
That day is finally here [Repeat: x3]
New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain,
New
damn beat now all the money is mine
I carry big fat WIVES, I treat my girls like guys
Ask 'em "who do they love?" and they all say TIDE
I'm just
game
Steady mobbin', d o double g, ain't no limit to that shit
Nigga carlos on the beat beats by the pound
'bout 3:34 in the morning don't even
to send me pictures of the Broadway nights
And I'd send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty-three
hating the fact
I be smoking on the weed to relax
Love her body cause she keep it intact
Now I'm sneaking in the key on the mat
You'll be mine by the end
Huh
Ha (ha), yeah (yeah)
Make it butter (ay caramba)
Bankhead bounce, no doubt
Ayo watch yo' mouth
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
me
Fake love why they gotta show me
When I'm Stoney yeah I post by my lonely
I get the cheese macaroni
And I get the guap guacamole
Diamonds balling
sneakers, I signed my first skater
So you can pay three and buy yourself some Bapestas
Bulletproof under t-shirts because they hate us
Do like Snoop say
abide by this tide
Of catchy little tunes
Of hip three minute diddies
I wanna bust all your balloons
I wanna burn of all your cities to the ground
Huh
Ha (ha), yeah (yeah)
Make it butter (ay caramba)
Bankhead bounce, no doubt
Ayo watch yo' mouth
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
Ha ha
Yeah yeah
Make it butter
I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!
No doubt
Ayo watch yo mouth!
Ayo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze
Big Dog on the Bucks nigga
10 times out of 10 she's a 10 and I want to fuck her friends
10 times out of 10 she's a 10 and I want to fuck her friends
Aiyyo 1-2-3-4-5-6-7, blaze the hot
Trizack it sound like heaven
7-6-5-4-3-2-1 my man Meth-Tical come and get some
Player my position, hot
the hum, dropped five bucks, cause he was the one
Yo, I gave a clap, I gave a wink, I gave a shout
I gotta meet the Monch, STRIKE THREE, and I was out!
from.
The hardcore's connected to the base of her fate.
She just breaks and bring drama to the situation,
Ejaculation of my projectile, she's buck
of flattery
Doin' the buck 10 chrome skating on the battery
My, clutch burnin' on top of the world turnin'
Rippers is just learning by stacks I been earnin'
the club
Got my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so
in this game somethin D-P
My eyes only see D's, that's why I'm young and burnt out
Learned the know how, well how to do now, by eighteen turned out
hips
Lookin' kind of slick cause ya kickin' it with the glass slips
Love ya style, and ya smile, on a child
And even though ya buck wild
Cause I'm
I'm finna cop some Rick Owen's
Imma go shop at Chanel
Imma get my stick loaded
Yuh
I'm finna cop some Rick Owens
Imma go shop at Chanel
I'm finna get
you can't tell I'm high
I got my locs on, welcome to the cherry dome
I got them carrots on givin' off them faromones
Women love it when they see me
(Club)
Smelling like bud
I'm getting green, it's tall like a Milwaukee Buck (Buck)
She wanna cuff
But, she showing me and the gang way too much love (Too
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