Lyrics:
blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinking you shot
Screaming like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
Benz'o, you know
I'm comin' with a gun like a Nintendo
They soft
Them niggas fallin' when the wind blow
Then I'm rollin' up my window, fuck 'em
blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinking you shot
Screaming like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
for the Bloods
The whites for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs
Or the slugs that ignites, through the night, by the dawn
Early light,
bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nothin' changed since the album, I'm still wildin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for
There once was a ship that put to sea
And the name of the ship was the Billy o' Tea
The winds blew hard, her bow dipped down
Blow, my bully boys,
to Kendrick
October 22nd, the album, so go and get it
Look, turn a good kid to wig city
I serve plenty
Shoot 'til the chamber and clip empty
That's real crippy
punk ass, nigga, better than I can tell ya
Signin' checks that your punk ass can't cash
Got your album cover full of punks wearin' ski masks
Who ain't
at every video
That's on the Pound and the Row, and like the wind blow
I pass a ho to my kinfolk and then smoke
She say she wasn't no groupie, coochie
a gun like a nintendo
They soft them niggas fallin when the wind blow
and i'm rollin up my window
Fuck em
[chorus:]
Came in the game as a youngin signed
away, get away with all your cash
You gots to stay up on your toes when it come to hoes
I bust a brand new ho at every video
That's on the Pound
as spring water
'F's for freakin, 'A's alright (yeah)
'be's for bottles that pop all night (uh huh)
'O's for the ounces that I got (say what)
That we blow
alright (yeah)
'be 's for bottles that pop all night (uh huh)
'O's for the ounces that I got (say what)
That we blow everday, know why, why not?
around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose, watch the plainclothes
You don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows
[Verse 3]
Oh, get sick, get
lies
Just like a wind
You blow me away just like a wind
All this things you make me see
All the things you make me feel
You got that antidote, Tylenol
a pocket full of cash
cye shorty say she leaving
I ain't even hit that
Hold on baby doll cuz
You can get a zigg zagg
When you see me in the club
I be
know that I know the ancient flow KRS-One
Is the holder of a boulder yo, money folder yo
You want a fresh style let me show you slow
Your blow, I'm
blows doors straight off the hinges
Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind
With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear
So sit back
nigga, nope, uh uh
This famous that'll still throw copper
Cross so heavy crack the tabernacle
Fire the ganja back up
Throw some blow in my tobacco
Then
Long blonde hair whippin' in he wind
High on life but we livin' in sin
She's the kind of girl that'll blow your mind
The kind of girl that'll
Ride
that bitch got miles on her she's a ho
I mean that bitch can teach the wind how to blow
She's a pro groupie though
Zulu jocka binaca
The hood head
[chorus]
[Daddy X]
?Another day blowin endo standin? by the window, ya
Just tryin to find out which way the wind blows
Its hard to breathe when your blowing
kid needs a story to go to sleep
It's just a Johnny Cash album on the record player playing old songs for you and me
Take a polaroid picture then put it
And ain't nothin' wrong with standing still and relax
And spendin' some of that cash that Uncle Sam is gonna tax
A New York demeanor, sit back in the beamer
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