Lyrics:
case it is the last time
That we might be exactly like we were
Before we realized
We were sad of getting old
It made us restless
It was just like
tell you what we do
Just come along and tell everybody no matter who (who)
Spread the word (word), by the chitter chat (chat)
And go like this (this),
is aching
Shaking and faking while I'm bringing home the bacon
(Yo-Yo)
Well you're mistaken
It's not going that far
I make brothers like
1993 exoticness, know what I'm sayin'?
Let's get technical, where's your bone at?
Get up on that shit, aight?
Yo
Started off on the Island, AK
tell you what we do
Just come along and tell everybody no matter who (who)
Spread the word (word), by the chitter chat (chat)
And go like this (this),
(like you got yen)
Let's stop pretend, the ones that pack pistols by they waist men
Cristal by the case men, still in they mother's basement
The pretty
Well, that's the way we get by
That's the way we get by
We get high in back seats of cars
We put faith in our concerns
Fall in love to down
disco bloodbath on the floor
Hear them yell, hear them scream, just like someones scary dream
Dig a hole, push 'em in, tomorrow they'll be back again
after bottle till we got messed up
In the studio, with Really Doe, yeah, he next up
People askin' me if I'm gon' give my chain back
That'll be the same
the bitch gets back, oh, oh, oh
Eat meat on Friday
That's all right
Even like steak
On a Saturday night
I can bitch the best
At your social do's
I get high
Well, that's the way we get by
That's the way we get by
We get high in back seats of cars
We put faith in our concerns
Fall in love to down
shit, pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you's a square
And I will twist you like a Rubix
The drought was the very worst, ah ah
When the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst
It was months, and months of back and forth, ah ah
nobody top that shit
And unless you the girl I'm fuckin'
Then you don't really need to be owned by a bitch like that umm
Like that huh
Take a second,
back until you run out of time
But at least yo' talkin' let's me know some millions stay on yo' mind
It ain't nothin' wrong wit that
Tell em grabbin'
and back up off him
Kweli spruce to the tree, Bruce to the Lee
The real emcee, that your favorite rapper used to be
One by one I knock 'em out like Schoolly
like Duracell
Lasting like Duracell
Forty days, forty nights
Feel like a holy night
The lesson's always there
That less is always more
And in
it by now of course
Who wears the britches is the boss
That's a gal, that's a gal in britches
Don't mess with a gal in britches
Yo-di-o-di-o
No
In fact I'm slappin 'em up, Cadallac'n the truck
I can't loose with twenty-two, bitch that's what's up
Runnin' in the back to fuck, better tha-than
here
That's when I take a minute
To re-evaluate things all of the things I think
Are special, yeah
Oh like
When you wake up in the morning
Ah yo
here with me got that smoke
Every girl in here gotta look me up and down
All on Instagram, cake by the pound
Circulate the image every time I come
know it does
You wanna know why? Well yo it's cause
Me and Jeff, oh, Jeff and I, excuse me
Blend like Kool-Aid, and flow like an uzi
That's why we
we're back!
Y'all market y'all block, they sent me to corner that
Rap game's an old flame, my nigga I want 'em back
Like mic check
Pimp for what
Niggas wanna test my steez, nigga please
I black that eye like peas, you better freeze
In your tracks, a wu, tang killer bee's on ya back
I comes for
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