Lyrics:
Hundred miles yeah we going by the hour
Just let me know can I fuck with you
Cause babygirl I want to get stuck with you
We can have some lunch or brunch
on the balcony, I listen to the birds chirp
Two hundred acres, lemme show you what my word's worth
My women vintage incentives come with the service
Regurgitate
with me (Secret Service with me, nigga)
Nip it in the bud, lil' kid
Groupie love, we ain't ever playin' by the rules
Nigga better not start playin'
monetary
Gain in this vain universe
Pain keeps me sane, choose to live!
Many choices hundreds of voices
I'm a soldier hunted by demons
I pray wisdom will be
start to fade
With you by my side, more can be made
Me and my friends out in the woods, just having fun when we knew we could
Enjoying the summer before
You can catch me rollin' down Crenshaw (Crenshaw)
Is that a motherfuckin' Impala? (Bitch, yeah)
Magazine on my lap, I'm rollin' Indo (Indo)
Gang
obnoxious, 'cause his father boxes
So everyday he'd shove me in the lockers
One day he came in the bathroom while I was pissin'
And had me in the position
In san francisco you can be mayor at 18
But ya gotta be 26 to drive a cab
What goes on
Is not what we're told to see
Patrick henry said "Give me
Let me start off by sayin this
I mean no hate with the words I Spit
I love everyone in this story
But I gotta speak my history
One year ago we sold
already chosen, interwoven and we lean
When I say I'm living large
That means I'm feeling too small
On a farm with a hundred acres man, I could own it all
Look at the one in the blue, look at the flooded jewels
Look at the wonderful view, look at the hundreds I threw, yeah
Look at that, look at that,
Ready
Action
Wake up
Fashion
Chrome heart assassin
I'm not sad but thanks for askin
I got money satisfaction
Hundreds blue like yo what's crackin
In
So I let the bitch hang out with me right
You know word got around I was fucking this nigga bitch
So the nigga called me, he like, "You fuckin' my
Sitting by the pool, jumping off the diving board
Getting to the money I'mma need a money counter
So many acres, my neighbours stay in another county
Ted
So I let the bitch hang out with me right
You know word got around I was fucking this nigga bitch
So the nigga called me, he like "you fuckin my
down we finna be up
Already been down we leveling up
Free my niggas they sent up the rode
Wish my bruddas was with me right now
Know the haters want me
wood of Gary P smoking out the elbow macaroni
We get a brick chop it in half break the half down in four ways
By bitch she don't like to roll play when
See me going at it like I'm doin mathematics
So they call it cinematic with the action I be packin'
I be quick as Jackie chan is like I'm picking up
Japanese
Smelling that dank when I walk by the breeze
Pop a lil perk started geeking that bad bitch she gimme me brain yeah she blow referee (Let's go)
Black
'Wood and Oxy get ya ass slimed right out
Pull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me now
Fuck it, spin a bend
Pop his ass and call it bullseye
x 4
We run away slaves
(Run nigga run)
They say we free then put guns to our head
[Master P]
Now the cops try to arrest me
mean?
And does my change mean anything?
My handcrafted lanterns, a grating voice
Is it unfair denial to hope?
(i am the guide)
I yell into these woods
the week
We eating honey Cheerios
Heading over to the beach
Damn look at all the girls
Fuck em all
One by one
Stack of condoms
Full of sperm
They call me axe
self, no body but me is
Right there by my side to be free
To grab on my hands say follow to me
I wanna be saved, don't wanna be screened
I wanna be loved,
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