Lyrics:
the sticks
Coulda been drummer… still is a drummer
100 round summer. Moms really wonder where did the son get the hunger?
To drill all these bodies to drain
should rest in peace
He should rest in peace
Caught- outside, had to make that bleed
Done it near Grandma's, had her vexed with me
Little Drummer had
humini, see
My DJ go by the name of Jazzy
Little chest big tummy
Watch the man rip the wheels and a
It's almost if the things are real and a
He's the man
rent
Yeah that your top lip
That boy need a hoe bath take a little rinse
Ran out with that bag like Tate Laurenz
Pop out with the swag tailor stitched
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
was just trying to make the party pop
Round the time the drummer bass
The Henny and Bacardi drops
You only gonna be hot for a little while
But you see
Drip drop drizzle in the 2-0 sizzle
Drip drop drizzle in the 2-0 sizzle
Drip drop drizzle in the 2-0 sizzle
Stay true to the game maximize potential
guessed it! God done over by customs, the pair of us, didn't we? So there we
are standing there, "Hello hello hello! What you been up to, you naughty boys
money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in
money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in
just wanna, I really don't love her These niggas is scary, they hide under covers
I pray for that boy, he better not run up He could be dead by sun up
I never knock a brother get your hustle on
Everyday could be my last ‘till it’s brought upon
But little boy Ronny causin’ trouble on his block
Little
clip me cuz I intercept the shipment
I've been sellin' dope since a little boy, I ain't have no choice
Two man operation but I ain't have no voice
I
Blue eyed Susans, standing in a domino line
Falling in and out of love all the time
They'll break your heart just to see a boy cry
ah but not me
I am
to rule
Every gig night turns to mornings
The boys still look for the dame
20 years this journey
Some things are just the same
We used to tour around
me playa
Louis shades on I still won't see a hater
Might start a band got some drummers wit some Ks ya
Got a high rise trap only bags stay dere
20 bag
in a Benz
Hitting straight gas can't shake yo hand if you done broke amends
Speer dropping dimes, I keep a dime, they know we love them 10s
See 20/20
One thing led to the next bodies drop They ain't see it coming
Insane in the brain military mind Drummer boy drumming
Kinda all the same with results
nigga[01:04.61]We been steppin' on shit[01:06.18]Somebody need to call the plumber[01:07.91]Reek good with them sticks like that boy a drummer[01:10.72]All my niggas
her name (ugh)
These niggas say they want the pressure. Put 20 bands on his ass
Drummer man, make him dance, leave him breathless
Where the ambulance,
The echo in the street was the beat of the drummer,
Guys and girls dancing, and kids ran around,
When I got a little older, grab the mic and throw down,
I
the average girl
Now I'ma send your mind through a twirl
Now usually I'm narrow-minded, never blinded
By any man, but somehow I got binded
I mean caught up,
single
buying public have got in your greasy sweaty horrible... oooh! How is your stereo still spinning around and
that little needle bouncing up and down
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