Lyrics:
Yup, yup, wooo
Time by lady rolex
Body by Bowflex
Hair by Hollywood salon
Bag by Louis Vuitton
High heels, Manolo Blahniks
Tanqueray gin
at fourteen with a scheme
To get more cream than I'd ever seen in a dream
And by all means I will be livin' high off the hog
And I never gave a fuck about
Ay yo Weezy- you ready to
Get at these niggas, man?
You already got em
Who you? Weezy Baby
I do what the fuck I wanna
Come from the corner they
Righteous people be knowin what I be doin
Is protect my peoples million dollar spot
Uhh, that's right, uhh, my million dollar spot
My million
When I say itchy citchy
N****s get b****y b****y cause they heard of ah
Natural born murderer
I'm like Frankenstein is spankin' time
Layin' in
on the precipice of
What could be and what could have been while puttin in hours on this treadmill incline
Incentivized by where I was in 2016 when money was freedom
the first arm's found we observe the art. Like a belly-acher won't kick face to the curb, rather kick when the face already raped by the worms.
El-P
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
surveillance, that's what somebody be telling
Know there's dope being sold, but I ain't the one selling!
Don't want to be another number
I gotta puff a gang
surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin'
Know there's dope bein' sold, but I ain't the one sellin'
Don't want to be another number
I gotta puff a gang
anyway, what can I say?
Oh by the way, it's anybody 'kay?
So when you in LA, or nigga round my way
Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah
I laugh at you fag-niggas with
Dyed hair and pierced lips
What kinda nigga from the hood is you?
I could name fifty niggas that's
As good as you
But
someone to believe in
So in God's Son we trust
'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want
They looking for a (hero)
I guess that makes me
and feel the cool breeze
Walkin' by my fruit trees with the perfectly pruned leaves
As I'm headed into town to buy a few seeds
And there's penny with her
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
the room for sure, we call it war time
Now put em in the floor, so call it war time
War time, let my demons out, time of war
Watch you scream about what I
the ground hog
We got a bright future turn the lights on
Hope you can see what I’m on
Got a bright future turn the lights on
Look me in my eyes and tell me you
what it looked like
I'm finished not following my nose
cnd it's time I came back for the fight
cnd ask forgiveness from those I know
Cos I was lost in
the same, for a senseless refugee
Quicka-ly get bout yo hog cause in the wind Fly must be
Now you not so cool to me, stranger changin' like the weather
Right
the real
Speak the real
It`s a quarter after nine on my AM FM
Radio Shack digital motel six o?clock alarm reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit
a quarter after nine on my AM FM
Radio Shack digital motel six o?clock alarm reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit the grind
You can`t afford to pass no
they playin is lame
How i'm came at a ho is all a bitch gone know
What I won't, what I don't and where to put my dough
Back-talk get you slapped broad
on the table like it's dinner time
And this is what you call stereotyping by far?
Can you tell me me why your dog keep sniffing my car?
Huh? Got the audacity
wanted by America
(Hey yo Cube man, they on your ass)
Word, but who the fuck has heard?
It's time to take a trip to the suburbs
Let em see a nigga
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