Lyrics:
Make this uncut lets put them kids to bed
Headboard be the bass
Lick you up, dick you down, you ain't scared
Unleash this beast inside the room when
Breeze through in the Q, .45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my clutches get put on crutches
Get smoked like Dutches from the master
Hate
Breeze through in the Q, .45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my clutches get put on crutches
Get smoked like Dutches from the master
Hate
verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall
You'd
verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall
You'd
much time you got
Told you,"shouldn't run a lot"
Now look how much time you got
Take life on the streets- your own
Made by Grease beats- pure dog
either live, die, or face imprisonment
Take a hit of this,
Uncut raw, a taste will numb your jaw
My rhyme is on consignment
Just in case you wanted more
gettin' ran by a casino owner (ooh)
Pedophiles sponsor all these fuckin' racist bastards (they do)
And I told you once befo' that you should kill your
times, I might slang some dimes (back to trappin')
You believe corporations runnin' marijuana? (How that happen? Ooh)
And your country gettin' ran by
can head back to my place
And we can get it on by the fireplace
I got an explicit check list
With your name on it
This is what you get babe
JME multiplied by Maxwell Ranger
I’m way too serious
And if you don't wanna get taken
Away don't talk to the stranger
I'm still real and I always have
a dog, down boy
Ha ha my girl is a queen
And she do what I say and I say what I mean (now)
Then I give it to her uncut
Shakira, swing those hips like
a dog, down boy
Ha ha my girl is a queen
And she do what I say and I say what I mean (now)
Then I give it to her uncut
Shakira, swing those hips like
you knew I was goin' to bust a move (brr)
I'm drippin' mud on my shoes, yeah, I got slatts by the twos
Put Chanel and Jimmy Choos, I don't play by
believe corporations runnin' marijuana? (How that happen? Ooh)
And your country gettin' ran by a casino owner (ooh)
Pedophiles sponsor all these fuckin'
Breeze through in the Q, .45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my clutches get put on crutches
Get smoked like Dutches from the master
Hate
raw and it's uncut (pour up)
I'ma to cook up this raw, it was untouched (whip)
By the time you see the final cut, it's a movie (movie)
By the time
Danger, tell these babies there's no
Space in the manger anybody get rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by
much about me
You don't got flow like me
Don't talk about me like that
I eat by myself
I sleep by myself
I live by myself
I might off myself
I lie
judged by the hairs
On my chinny chin chin
And I'm able to hit a skin (girls giggling)
Just like my man Puba Maxwell, so I'm smooth
Yeah, Kane, he get
awake, unlike the rest of us
The afternoon has gently passed me by
The evening spreads itself against the sky
Waiting for tomorrow
It's just another
the brand new 'lectric blue Bentley ridin' by
Hurt these clowns, anybody that want it
Let you borrow my crown, tell me why would you flaunt it?
Don't you
of flattery
Doin' the buck 10 chrome skating on the battery
My, clutch burnin' on top of the world turnin'
Rippers is just learning by stacks I been earnin'
to be, too bourgeois to rock a jam raw
Understand what I'm sayin', they're down by law
They play the jams that are right, sometimes not polite
They
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