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trenches with the crack, swallow dope, shit the sack
If you frontin' it, come back, if I front, you bring it back
Turn a bird to a Benz, park a Benz by
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
{Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up I got shit to do you
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
as they come
They pull you over and know you legit
Ask you for your license, when you reach then they dump
Now the prison yard like the cotton field
the road is too steep, do you have the stamina
First album took us two weeks, since then we have been plannin'
An exclusive attraction, produce it to your
me over envy
They want to send me, when we use to be friendly
Think I started off on top with two platinum albums?
Naw dog, I started off from
To let her know what I'm gon' to do
Sample "Dreamflower" by Tarika Blue
That's cool with you?
Yeah, that's fine baby, all gravy
Long as you know you my
This hazy world that I'm floating in is fueled by coke and rum
All of these girls with sun baked skin got me trippin' and I'm gonna succumb
I keep
(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm back
Ah, ah, I hit the club on the up, you can come with the racks (uh, come with
and next thing you know, history's made
I'm Paul Rodriguez and I approve this message
Ayo, this that Tony Hawk Pro Skater soundtrack-type beat
Welcome
play with fire you get poured in a urn
You must have been puffin on blunts of sherm
All my albums is platinum, it's been confirmed
I'm more than
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
yeah)
Keeps the music grooving, grooving
Tell me, now what do you do
When a feeling has come over you
You let go
And what
Let it take control,
Free my motherfuking brother, times two. Time after time, they taking brothers by the two. All about my peace, so if you trip I throw the deuce.
I'm talkin murda on that pussy, I'm a goon bitch
You spend the night, you make it home by afternoon bitch
Move quick, that go a rack
Bust it ho, you
jet black four at ya mami's spot
I'm trying to get backdoor, I demand it now
Yeah, panic now, you better pan it down
'Fore the neighbors hear me over
askin' if I can slam it
I'm
Yo, yo, Redman, man, what the fuck, man
Get the fuck off that, punk smooth shit, man
Get with that rough shit, man, you
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
that I gave
Everything I had to my dreams
I'm happy and free and proud and
Confident i'm not crazy i'm free
Free from being held back by public opinion
answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
This is ladies night, and the Mercedes is tight
When I'm coming home? Maybe tonight
Leave my food by
jet black four at ya mami's spot
I'm trying to get backdoor, I demand it now
Yeah, panic now, you better pan it down
'Fore the neighbors hear me over
like a gorilla straight up out the damn wood
As I a kid man I used to play tug of war, now I grab chicks
By the hair and play rug a war. I'm a king baby
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