Lyrics:
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Always spit I been flauntin' this hit get this ill kit rounding out the split back lit wick
Bomb 'bouta blow up the district
Still lit
No lip
Walking wit steppas you can’t reach this level
You hit the wrong button you get played like a album
Hoes throwing salt pick a stone like Rosetta
I
Innocent, heaven sent, that's the way she look (Look)
Make you turn around again, take a second look (Look)
Caught my eye walkin' by out there like
Excuse me
(You're good)
Thank you
(Yo Romeo)
Oh what up man
Excuse me I'm just trying to get through real quick
(Yo Rome where's the album?)
Oh it's
Can't wait to club close
I'll be in the lambo
Poppin side ya don
(Chorus)
Dolla:
I'm shinning
Like a motherfucker
Vvs it blanking
Steve earkle by
What Im suppose to do
Sell kilos
Make the whole block
So sick
Like im Neyo
They Ma Trix ya for ya will
Like ya fucking Neo
It's just me myself & I
We
Redman
When I tear the frame out, I feel OK now
My style is way out, spaced out
Ya wanna taste now, because my name out
Who's the Funkadelic
Hey yo,
Redman
When I tear the frame out, I feel OK now
My style is way out, spaced out
Ya wanna taste now, because my name out
Who's the Funkadelic
Hey yo,
is learning
Y'all hopeless, and I'm a little better than dope is
Far from a brand new kid to show biz
Tryna hold on, maintain my focus
Coming out
aint gettin saved by the bell
i'm in my hotel wit real niggas straight out of jail
so if i blaze i know well that ya snakes gon tell
i dont ned no help
never gonna move out of Jacksonville
I'm livin' in fuckin' Hollywood"
Hmm, you know this is my first, uh, rock slash rap album
So, it's kind of new for
wit my partners
Next thing you know got walked out by the coppers
First juug I hit at school
Lord please forgive me I know you remember that
6 Peer
missin' Like the kids on the carton of milk
Hey, I can snatch something bad outta the hood
And bring 'em back to the pad out by the woods
You know
I'm still fucking wit ya
Damn, is it the fall
Time for me to revisit the past
It's women to call
There's albums to drop, there's liquor involved
rocking 24
FM Radio, The Bone, Laffy Taffy, Rolling Stone
Southing music had the throne, Monta Ellis was the pro
Simply uniforms, khaki slacks was just a no
Out of control for sure
I'm good take all my money
I'm good here come the pain
I'm good ya they can kill me
I'm good to die is gain
I'm good I ain't
What's stranger than a stranger
I was born in a fucking manger
My anger is my anchor
I'll make ya, then I'll break ya
I'll take you, inflate you
Just
imma rolling stone know I gotta see the world
How they cross me out that shit ain't real they broke my heart again
How they here when the sun shining
city ya
Rolling in my city ya
For my city ya
Smoking with my city ya
And girl you know that it's cold out there
Put your hand on my chest ya its cold in
she pulls it away
Figure out damn fast what it is ya need to say
Love gets real real quick
When a cowgirl quits
She’ll get to Austin by sunrise
And by
up huh
Roll it up, ah roll it up go
Rolling up
Swoop
Roll up
We rolling keep on blowing burning flowers - wou
We turning it up burning it up by
the throne thats set in stone not blow, im not that bloke
Most people are just down for the gear
This year im bringin out my first album
So when its sold out
I'm wise
Nah I'm kidding I put vocab together to get by
Thoughts fly I'm not high I ran out of sense
I scramble words like eggs and I don't care if
candles
This snub nose will blow a nigga out his gucci sandals
I'm geeked up off the Zaza
Don't blow my high
Run down on ya alone fuck a alibi
I'm geeked
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