Lyrics:
this cocaine, I'm Rick James, ho
I'm bill-droppin', Ms. Pac-man, this pill-poppin' ass ho
I'm poppin' too, these blue dolphins need two coffins
All
Uh uh, uh huh
Clipse (Clipse) , Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit)
Yeah, whooo
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
face
I just gotta throw my Timbs on and tighten my lace
If it don't jam, the Tech will spray
When I spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray
the clouds on loud
I got raised by the blue street lights of four cities
My heros died in prison: George Jackson
Action, she's Buttaflyin, I'm cool eyein
And I
for grammy like Source Awards then com-pet-tit-tors bet-tor look out
like Pack Jam once I record - "n-o-v-a-shun" the first, to influx
school!
Yeah nobody said that life is easy
Sometimes it gets me down
Yeah it's hard to be a bluesman in a rock 'n' roll town.
Every blues jam goes
I'm blue
Baby I'm blue
Baby I'm blue
Over you
Baby I'm blue
Baby I'm blue
Baby I'm blue
Over you
Can we stop -n- smell the roses
You're the one I'd grow
I catch you at cha manz grave
Droppin' a rose
Cuz I come wit 4 burnerz
Like tha top ah ya stove
Whoa
All is said n done
There was only one
Hope that
paid i'm true to the trade
My blues are worth the pay
But I grab the guitar
Started up pickin' and strummin'
Then I started whistlin' and hummin'
Next
affair, and I'm here
Amos 'n' Andy, Mahjong and platinum hair, and I'm here
I got through Abie's, Irish Rose, Five Dionne babies, Major Bowes
Had
Got a Guns N Roses t-shirt, and never listened to the band
Just being honest, I just though that shit looked cool
Hold up, do you know who I am?
Lavender by night
Takes away your pain
Too good to be true
Her mood ring shows blue
Chasing midnight suns
Tell her to be safe
Feel the silver
Q.R.N
Quando Rondo Nigga, ay
Back to the basics nigga, back to the basics
Back to the basics nigga, back to the basics
Back to the basics
straight through the glass house picnic wagon
You could see it by my bitch face, she thick with ass
Get slick-slick, I click-click, blast on your bitch ass
I got n****s owe my like I'm Uncle Sam
Cut the volume up this a motherfuckn jam
N****s always begging but I don't give a damn (Bum)
N****s always
straight through the glass house picnic wagon
You could see it by my bitch face, she thick with ass
Get slick-slick, I click-click, blast on your bitch ass
pardon me, I'm sorry
Used to move like Billy the Kid, don't try me
Young gun, I was a YG like Yo Gotti
This is the remix, I'm loading up three clips
I
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar
Creek squad some people keep it gangsta, I
Just keep it country, oh Lord
Every single thing I got was got by me
I
[Intro]
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
[Nas]
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines
niggas on the block that got that work to move
It's Weezy, baby, young'n from the Dirty South
Get up your dough, I'm putting birdies out
Like thirty
Ether Boy, Def Jam, Ghostface, Ron Browz
Oh, oh, oh
It's no special when them shots go down
You can catch one in the gut, and go down
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
your lobby
I can tell by your shoes that your ponytail new (new)
Tell how you move, I see your Summer Jam too (too)
Tell by the jewels, I'm a hundred
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