Lyrics:
Daddy's wine
A whole lotta game
A lotta take your time
Mix it all together
That's how you get a
A little bit of spice
A lotta sunshine
Grandmama's kiss
Harley
Shawty playing nice till she act naughty
Bring it back, spin around on the table now
Mix things up like a DJ when i come around
Right by my side,
a good reason why I'm going to leave
Family and personal relationships out
Of this book
Because this book is way too great
For love and that love is
Pretty
know I mean that
Physical rhymes all meant to intimidate
All niggaz take note, don't imitate
Rippin is the cut, freaks scurry for my T-I-P
Tryna get
to hell and back like it was nowhere
Niggas reppin' the town but they ain't been nowhere
I made it comfortable for niggas on the yards I'm contraband
'round for days
A country road bends a million ways
Though I'm lured by city lights
Can't beat the radio on a starry night
Brings a tear to my eye
Blowing
possible
How you
Made this album
The more
Unnecessary details
And the more tangents
That take us
Off the main topic
The better
You win
Bonus points
For
of that bold (bold),
New (new) breed (breeding)
That extinguishes itself
By markings which resemble a
Wide tie
Directly below the
White collar
If it's
on the dash
Lean your seat back
Man I swear there ain't nothing looks better than that
Sweet tan, little thing with nothing to do
I wanna take a little ride
posters, it's apparent I'm a poser
Poster child for abstinence from substances
I came up out the gutter doing blow off genesis
To be this good it takes ages
bitch
Fuck an eighth, go four-miles for an oz
Zip high as fuck and we lit
Down and loud but unless it's your hit
We ain't Giving back no lip
So take that
Spend that ass backwards
Less talkin', more action, less attractive
Take you hotel fo' a lil sex practice
Kick back and zip that black
Hair and thick ass
that I'll rap to synthpop
Sing, rave to hip hop
Processed so much, you won't even know it's "Lollipop"
Making funky tracks that'll take you way back when
intellect
I had already been practicing my craft for more than a decade by That point
The coward even uttered a faggot in my direction as Prissy and I Left,
Back in my zone holmes, get ya mind right
The 2-3 or 3-2, naw, it's the twilight
It's the highlights of my life
Every gun, car, crib, chickenhead that I
you come out on the floor
You got that left, right, left, leave 'em coming back for more
Just take it step by step when you come out on the floor
You
anyplace
And if that sounds heretical, my source is
Pretty good: Matthew, Five to Seven
The Sermon on the Mount
You haven't found any answers for
Yourself
it around
For good luck cause I've never had faith enough fuck that.
I've never had faith
Boy was jus like me
Never had faith
Fuck that
Fuck that
Never
buy
Yeah, take that, c'mon don't stop (yeah)
Talk to 'em girl
So hot gotta bring the shit back now
Gotta say hello good morning
Spending dirty
thang, shake that thang)
She can make it clap like a standin' ovation
Spin like my record at the radio station
Feel the sensation, I put it right
like when you take some eggs and break them
And you, and you take the shells and mix them up
Trying to find the ones that match
When you find
like when you take some eggs and break them
And you, and you take the shells and mix them up
Trying to find the ones that match
When you find
Consider this world war
We about to go crazy like this was the third ward
You looking for God's forgiveness
Well that's what the church for
Judge
all, but still ain't lose the best thing yet
Bet that, usin' this truth, I know how to react
Hunger and thirst for more, stomach touchin' my back
How do
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