Lyrics:
[Yung Joc:]
Alright boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin
But the best is yet to come
(WELCOME
boys that look like Johnny Versace
To meet you at Miami Beach
You wear black all the time, you look wack all the time
Got the nerve to try to pose
Track: “Blasphemy (feat. Bue) [prod. Jaysea & Bri Crisp]”
Artist: The Sargent & Bri Crisp (as Young Associates)
Album: “Summer Solcrisp: Vol. 2
B-Boy 2 by 4 flow,
but I could never be bored/board
I'm takin' out you posers and you decoys
She like, "Tay, step away from the keyboard."
I'm like,
thousand since I dropped with Wiz
Holy water, Bangkok sippin', I retired this
Worldwide Worthy got them singing like they from the set
Dead Prez Vol. 2 CD
of desire of a sound mind
to create love beauty art and science
create something
Chizzy Mic and U’May on da mic
rap missionary journey vol 1
albums been in
Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the album
You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left
grow up
You see the boy so sick make you wanna throw up throw throw up
Back again never left
Move back never rest
Smooth villain I'm the best
Hit
forget
That boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Proud to be locked by the force
Tryin’ to hustle some things that
Go
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
better than great, heh heh
Uh in fact, I might just be top five
All-time, or at least top ten, well
Maybe nine minus five, divided by two
Minus the amount
Yeah... Bucks... In The Bucks We Trust
I keep on getting better by the day
I'm working gotta an album on the way
I'm thankful for the blessings that
gettin' topped off (Soul), Top Dawg
Women, weed, and weather what more can I say
To live and die in LA
Spend a week on Venice Beach
I'm 2Pac and Biggie
don't shoot anymore
My deal got signed so the spirits all up
We shot the album front cover up by the shops
We just wanna rep the manor right, give it
between our feet
She had the best time, yes time
S-N, double O, P, you can label me the OG
Can I get a flick? Yes, just a flick or two
My whole life's
Well, she's the best cause we were flipping through old photo albums
And I was like that's not me, what am I wearing
And she looks at me, and she's like
a quiet Sunday school boy into the life of the party
If I could do it again you know I'd do it the same
I'd pass out on the beach drinkin' Golden Grain
how we found them loop holes nah mean?
Way too crazy to be tamed. New Week New Money Vol. 2
You know my name and exactly how I do. how are you?
Well I
[Yung Joc]
Alright boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin
But the best is yet to come
(WELCOME
step
Say she saw it in my eyes
Say she smelt it on my breathe
Got the best hoes
Got good weed
Good vibes only
I'm from Dade County
And it's fuck
immortalized by these glorious rhymes
The notorious mind
The story goes on and on and on
Chilling on a chair out here on the beach
I ain't go to worry about no
nigga, Crenshaw district, boy
Used to walk to the Slauson to get fitted, boy
Then spent time by the beach, my wave different, boy
Bad breath nigga, I
Alright, boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin?
But the best is yet to come
Welcome to Hustlenomics
forty two?
They take Jet Blue for two, into Long Beach
Rain lifted whipping the port, from when I touch
Look something nice up in the stash, hit
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