Lyrics:
the one that put 'em in me (woo)
The snakes, the grass too long to see (uh, uh)
The lawnmower sittin' right next to the tree (come on)
They don't know
the one that put 'em in me (woo)
The snakes, the grass too long to see (uh, uh)
The lawnmower sittin' right next to the tree (come on)
They don't know
to lose (hard)
Decided not to snooze, now we pop a lot of Veuve (Clicquot)
We keep the grass cut, to keep the snakes up out this loop (gone)
Me plus two
commercials
And he was going to be a movie star
But all I wanted was a car
All I wanted was a car
Part time job making chicken kabobs at the food court
Hell block, Six Mile
Drug Zone 76, ConCreatures
Yeah, okay (Blocks, yeah)
I do dirt with them snakes in the grass
I move work off of Pickford Ave
Call Porsche, time to give away a Wraith
Bricks boy, tryna turn 'em into bass
Big boy, I been tryna buy the Braves
Court room soundin' like I'm in
(Honorable Court)
Yeah, sippin' on lean, I feel it (lean)
Bad bitch look like Nicki (bad)
Ridin' 'round town, no ceilin' (skrrt)
Heart cold,
put the guns to
Fuck 'em all, kill or be killed, it's still a thug rule
Back of class, high on grass, 'til I said "fuck school!"
What's meant to be
Clowned for my hand-me-downs
I ain't understand
I was happy I was tall enough to fit my brothers pants
They was new to me, with grass stain and all
I'm like
where he stay, by Granny crib, while he was grass rakin
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Fuck it, let's get to it
They say, Boa, man,
Brother
No one knows no nose is good news and senseless extend the wine drink
Here toast to
Selfless ten year old port is perfect in court
Safety is
the wine drink here toast to selfless ten year old port is perfect in court
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Safety is nice not an unwise word spoken scary, bad
It's time to give me mine
What they talkin' 'bout, Fee, they ain't sayin' shit
It could weak a whole court, like Stan Smith
Or Judge Judy, you
Who came to court on a charge
That he blew someone's head off
Because his amp was too large
And the song he was singin'
Was not for love but for cash
could hold court like Stan Smith
Or Judge Judy, you niggas better shoot me
Cuz I bought my mans a Glock
And I bought myself an oozi (brrr)
Don't confuse
grass
Nigga cut your throat
Taking out your trash
Pull up on you slow
Going nowhere fast you ain't got nowhere to go
Nigga hung 'em by a rope
Dump 'em by
first, if I don't get him, fool start prayin'
Ain't no such thing as self-defense in the court of law
So judge us when we get to where we're goin wearin'
by the way)
Look
Make the money, never let the money make you, huh
Real nigga never fake you
Cut the grass, know you gotta stay snake-proof
All
property, we got the remedy
Let em get a little cold, let em smell the tree smoke
Hit em where we blow and don't let nobody know
The snakes in the grass
shooter"
Yah, bing-bing-bang-booka-booka
Yah, we gon' keep it out of court
We run plays, this shit a sport
We some Gs, we don't want want pork
Beat go
Yo yo yo
When it comes to the darts, I throw em
Flamethrower, blow your section-eight home to your payphone up
Grass smoker, in the cut for
the fast lane
I played my last game, clock’s over fourth quarter
Cheaper to keep ‘er, never Mrs Watson in the court order
Caught the love but saw ‘er
the field still serving like a court down
Tennis field, racks winning till it go down
(Yeah)
I need you round, I need you round
Rest in peace to those not
Yah I'm drippy
Drippin sauce with aquafina
And the pussy so wet she got ill Nina
Shit so good you might end up on the court side
Nigga doors go up
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