Lyrics:
me
Change the channel 'fore I smack you through the TV
From half a gram to a hand-to-hand for a half a gram
Now it's trench coats imported from
so I picked on you
Hey, that's far out so you heard him too!
Switch on the TV we may pick him up on channel two
Look out your window I can see his
blogging on yo' channels crying acting like I raped you
Y'all funny
You ain't rappers you comedians
You eating off my plate because I got the right
what they came for
Snakehips
Hold your love
Hold your love
I'm not ready for it
I got soul like I'm Frank
We like Channel Orange
I find it hard
thought it was? (Yeah run away, ay, yeah! We did a plan)
Ay, yeah, yeah ay
Channels up, just drop, give 'em a lil' to go for, let's go
Yeah, ay, yo, uh,
standby (Get it, get it)
I'm not coming down until I know
Going out, landmine, got your hand now, standby (Standby)
Channel swish, they don't miss (Swish
on the channel
And she can play the piano, damn (Uh fuck)
She the freshest, give her the bust down necklace
She gave back the necklace, she told me I'm livin'
Hitchcock with a camera
Just blazin' Killer Cam with a sample
Both hands on the candle can't handle it
My channel too hot to cancel, my babies drivin' I'm
I get 700 channels on my TV
I got more things that any man needs
I've got friends to call when I wanna get buzzed
But I can't get you close enough
Dis the Grammy's, on the panel
Change the channel, good smell flannel
You think shit is dandy, well, fuck your candy
Forty foot glock, shoot with handy
to craniums
Blazing Homosapians in the atrium ripping jaws off aliens
Performing 'Channel Zero' in stadiums
Up at Hot 97' disgracing them
Any radio station
play Le Bump
I sit and drink tequila,
Say just how I feel-a,
Like stupid people on TV
How could you turn the channel?
Tired of all
I heard about these kids walkin' on a train track
Forty tons of steel bearin' down on them
And they just turned their backs
Channel 5 asked the one
The aeon's lights are shining brightly ahead
They haunt the lonely years with perfect intent
They send a message that will help us channel the mind
flippin' like cable channels
I just wanna burn up like some fuckin' candles
But ain't no weed! I can't roll up like broken axles
Now ain't that a bitch like
know
Swerve, swervin' thru the city
I'm from Orlando
Fly, Flyer
than the Channel 2 chopper
Me and my dawg Lanky Lank
That's my potna
We burnin
and them subs
On them spinderellas, I can hit the Kenwood
Remote and change the channel while I'm breaking down the bud
Smoking a perfecto, drinking
the recession, pin me like that
If I go to jail is bail money
It's your red bottom, it's Channel money
Plus the mortgage, fuck more deal money
You smell good,
on channel 1
Everyone knows
That 3 shots on the boulevard
And who will be the next one that they name
Oh if nobody cares
I guess we're all gonna hear
that ammo
Ride me like a camel
She get dirty in them camos
I'm a take the gamble
Lay her flat just like some sandals
Flip her like a channel
Then pass
call me Chicken Little Curry
Keep the channel spicy, flippin words like Vanna Whitey
And watch the contestants run in circles to analyze me
Here we go,
when I robbed the randall's
Flow hot like campbell's change broads like channels
Two or three at time 'cause we all just mammals
The songs I sample
the same
There's blood on the carpet - I'm rewiring my brain
I got some new friends at West Valley PD
You can change the channel but I'm all that's
and blue
Lights
Well just like my daddy I was born a drifter
I got a rebel heart and eight - ball shifter
Horns on the hood and forty channel CB
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