Lyrics:
gymnastics
Let his ass have it
Catch his ass in traffic, it's tragic
I'll be shiftin' like, "Oh
That's a big gun" (Damn)
Drive-by in the hood, that's a hem run
sisters
Ran off with a brick by the chinchila
I'm a real, real, real, real, real nigga
Fuck that, I'm a real, trill, trill nigga
These days I really don't
that there Walkman huh?
(The new "Gas Face" rewrote'd by KMD
It's kind of funky with a lot of bass)
Yeah but I bet you wonder where
They got the bass
the best, we da goat”
“Sell a drug, shoot a gun, slap a bitch, kill a hoe”
Can’t believe you mother fuckers thinking that you’re lyrical
You ain’t even half
giving this a lot of thought
Should I trip? Should I not? Should I set this off?
A whole lotta pressure is on my shoulders
My soul is with all my niggaz I
to me
Genetically, I could feel the energy
Pullin me towards my destiny, it was meant to be
Eventually, it'll all pay off
If you want it bad enough,
Underprice everyday down in all theze lifes
Endz societiez
Still I hold on stay strong and focus
With life of no time to pay the price of failure
Let me tell
a fine chick that look just like LaToya
And I bet fifty G's on my boy De La Hoya
Tryin' to stay free with the loot they pay me
Boy I'ma vet and you still
thinking bout the past as the time passes
I went from roaming hallways with a backpack trynna find classes
To ducking off of girls that snuck backstage
and big group reductions
So I went to the ticket office where Evangelist sat
And reserved seats through credit card calls
I said ' How does it feel now they
Sometimes I think about silly things
It's easy to do if you have the time
Often happens when I'm falling off to sleep
After a second glass
If your head is as big as Shamello's
If your bank is the check cashin' place
If you put on pantyhose instead of shavin' your legs
If you use
There's a colour TV in the pink shack
But the paint's peelin' off the walls
Take a sneaky photo by the pink shack
In a pair of muddy overalls
Pay
tooth
Real problems with garden gnomes who talk shit
My respect's the best bargain known to the consumin' market
So pay me it
To my love-hate
need a whisk
Pay attention to the fine print (shit)
Lose track of the week
I blink twice then it's the weekend
That shits fine by me
Wake up
I stroll down the Ave like big Johnny Rogers
I pull tricks for a fix and tonight
I got flows for hos with low self esteem and,
More for those
All us, all y'all too, it's on shit (repeat 2X)
I'm a kick it off mane, true to tha game, stay the same
Hoovie's what they call me, keep 2 clips for
just been takin' my chances
Turn my dungeon into a mansion
I Diddy bop in the Hamptons
And MMMBop by the Hansons
Big wolf on campus
Come pop it for
And by the time the party's through I won't feel my legs
My friends are gonna bring rum to the party
Some Peach Tree Schnaaps, and gallons of Bacardy
a hand, pay attention and explore
We all in this people we all in this...
[The Grouch]
Well I don't know where you've been
But if you got here I'll let you
And by the time the party's through I won't feel my legs
My friends are gonna bring rum to the party
Some Peach Tree Schnaaps, and gallons of Bacardy
by the whole system
That's why I diss 'em, no fake ass-kissing
Yo listen, recently I had to pay a visit
To Malmoe courthouse, two-thousand crowns if I
(Brr)
I put her in Paris, Chanel (Wait wait)
But I got paraphernalia (Wait, hey wait, hey)
I got a big stick on me
Bitch better get off me (Get over)
off in my pants
Pussy pay me by the glance i get the fee
What you mean no label?
No mainstream machine
I've been sparing all these rappers
Cuz my CEO
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