Lyrics:
bitches, I bang all three
Say, "Yo, Meth, fuck it, throw a Jim Brownski
Versace, banana color robes and my socks be"
Them Billie Jean shits and they real
Ask the stash dealers, so rash the gat peelers
The time behind bars, ridin in stolen cars
Forty deuce six, posin hard, rollin large
Big pockets
to the dogs
Just because, just be cau-tious
Look at you like, "Nah cuz"
Mad cause we got bitches licking lips and throwing bras up
Got no time to talk,
big Snoop Dogg
Produced by Niggarachi niggarachi! Entitled
The "Time Is Now"!
Time is now, it's going down, in my town
Time is now cause it's going
NBA Street game breaker baby, i can’t miss
so it’d hard for me to know for certain what the hook is
like a young Jim Edmonds, i catch everything
cheese
See how this shit be turning into Tom and Jerry
You were written in a show hosted by me like Truman Jim Carrey
When I put the lights on you you
Jim Beanz and 张靓颖 (Jane Zhang)
Said sorry a thousand times
Then go tell aother lie
Never meant to do you wrong
Don't know why she's playing on your phone
I never
To turn one another, to the sign at the time float your climb.
Watching the world, watching all of the world,
Watching us go by.
And you and I climb over
fly niggas call me Jim baker from Ohio
To Texas we so infectious ATL to STL is going to be hard to catch us I'm talking
Bout weed, pills,sipping
Protected by my ancestors hey cracka you aint fooling me
What about the Red line call it fed line
Jim Crow creeping up on ya bed Side
Front runner
from the foxhole
(God Flow) Aes stay gold like Ponyo
Hard headed, war-vetted, four-legged mongrel
Speak slow order Jim Beam shoots
And split hairs
Are we ever gonna feel the same?
Standing in the light till it's over, out of our minds
Someone had to draw a line
We'll be coming back for you one
The hot boys, the three-time losers, the drug-abusers
I don't give a fuck what you do, nigga
Stick to what you do
[ CHORUS ]
It be them Flaw Boyz,
doing time
I get it with the grind That Plan B
It's a crime Over time
N I feel so aligned
All While I'm Sippin on alkaline
Undeniable hits
Direction
skint; but I'll happily steal one from OPM if you
want. This is a complete ramble by the way, and I think that when
Household Name hear this, they'll be
try
cll though I left them deep in debt
Every now and then I get a little check
Usually I don't pay it any mind
But right now times are hard
So I sit
try
cll though I left them deep in debt
Every now and then I get a little check
Usually I don't pay it any mind
But right now times are hard
So I sit
repeated
It's hard to argue when the witness say they seen it
Some sobbing others seething
There's gone be trouble this evening
County official is pleading
dope addicts
My niggas work the triple beams and they dope at it
Hey, nigga you don't want no static
Holes throw your chest, hard to breathe, like
I thought I told ya
Hard times got my mind on cock, and massive thoughts be the plot
Top priorities the family dope and royalty
My loyalty, fiends
up
I'm writing this over dust fields
Littered by red solo cups
Eyes Wide Shut
One year later
Exiled like Genesis
Outside looking in
Time moves fast
then stopped for
A variety of reasons, it is hard to
Parse what might be going on in JLo's
Mind by looking at her face
But when Nicki launched into her
looks be gettin me stressed
It's time to dead that
Testify and get your head wrapped like Arabian cats
Terrorist act's will have you pigs squealin
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
You are... you gotta tell me something... I
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