Lyrics:
bottles
Gettin' drunk with these bitches
And when they leave they get followed
Fall asleep with that bitch
And really don't know much about her
When
(Brrp)
Out of here, PJ to Jamaica
Naw I ain't tell ya wrong, get the paper
Been fightin' too long against haters
My attitude, yeah I'm going for
Fxking You The Other Night, You Was Saying God
But You Was Like I Can’t Do This Because It’s Against My MotherF***** Religion
I Just Want You Girls
Fxking You The Other Night, You Was Saying God
But You Was Like I Can’t Do This Because It’s Against My MotherF***** Religion
I Just Want You Girls
bro
Gettin higher than the sky, I'm posing risk to all the drones
While you conspire against me like a slick criminal
Step back, getting close
You wack,
the streets, that y'all once hated
But now I reinvented myself and y'all all waited
Nas, N.A.S. mean Niggaz Against Society
Noisy I aim not silently, noose
of snatch, in other words
I sold crack
Morality was buried deep, beneath the new Jeep,
Silk sheets and money heaps
Still the good mother, I sent my
mad noise, at who the nigga is
Entertainment, alter, baldhead slaughter
and Moet sparks curse, hi my name Rick Walter and
about to offer lead
another mother
It is the type of shade that never loses power
Puts a painting on a level
Everybody gets the innuendo
Now I don't mind committing a crime
Sheek (What up, dog?)
Stab one of them niggas, nigga, word up!
[Sheek Louch]
Aiyo, my niggas is wetted, they drunk and they trying to eat
The hammers
forward the track man
Sweet maria got my son
Straight from the jump
Again with that walk
Manthat girl intoxicates my mind
She got me drunk as a skunk
Every
before I get hell of a drunk
Ain't ever giving up but who gives a fuck
I hit my head against the wall to see if I still feel
I draw first blood with my
the truth will set you free well imma real mother fucking mad man
Wait hold up you ain't sticking to the plan
I don't got opps I just got chops todays
through the front door and find a puddle on the kitchen tile
One day the child turns against his mother too
Says I've got a new friend I'd like to introduce
a nigga live
Tryna reach me at my mansion or my mother crib
Hit my cell, hit my two, now I'm at my honey dips
Yo we talked about 8, said I was comin'
the flow don't go against the tide
Break the illusion of father time
When you hear the call of mother go
Embrace the woman who bestowed
Uon you knowledge
be jumpin' out some cases
Yes I pull up in my Compresser (Mmm-hmm)
You seen me earlier in the Lexus
That's how we do it
What, got something against
(Ugh)
(Yeah, look)
(Check it)
Jump in this mother fucker
And if you drinking, get drunk in this mother fucker
And if you smoking take a puff in this
mad cuz' they girl roll with us
Only that real and you know that we don't front
Plus, I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mother
had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begin
Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begin
Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
a beast in
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ha
Someone give me reason I've been lost for seasons
In memories of gramps and unc living drunk
Preaching I won't be em but I'm
All I do is get drunk and high
I be fucking nigga's bitches and they be mad as fuck
They be like
Man fuck you niggas
I rob you niggas
I kill you
over Porterhouse and Pies porter
Some stupid bitch done turned my girl against me
Should've tattooed the earth on my arm feel like the world's
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