Lyrics:
All you know when the album drop my name gonna blow like bang!
I just bust down doors cuz all those watches never gonna be my thang
My shit bang when
Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse
This is our fourth album and we're still not takin' no shorts
Yeah, ha hah!
On the wheels
of crazy
I can be the album you hear all day all night long
I can be your C.D. Baby
I can be your C.D. Baby
Buckle up we're ridin'
Cause' we ain't going back
of crazy
I can be the album you hear all day all night long
I can be your C.D. Baby
I can be your C.D. Baby
Buckle up we're ridin'
Cause' we ain't going back
And the bongs, fill up the lungs, niggas, don't stop
Fools get sprung when they get too smoked off the crops
I give props for all the soldiers in the war
Yo,
.O.C.
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
that crazy about it?
KW: Oh, yeah they have an issue just
The title and here’s still
A window of opportunity for us
To change it "Oh, well, i don’t want
the invisible noose to rest so comfortably around our necks,
But, by the day the noose tightens we don't mind, all we want to see is just the check,
( mmm )
and mc?s roll
But the albums they make never go gold
When I was young, I knew I?d be one of the best
Every time I made a song it came out so fresh
I was
see you make it, they don't really care how far you got
Used to pull the car up after dark up in the parking lot
Yea
These paint by numbers
Fabolous, Jagged Edge
Don't be fooled
I'd rather have you ma'
Than everything
I'd give it all, just for you, yeah
You're the one baby girl,
Oh You drop a new album… Guess who don't give a fuck
And your Last one went platinum… Guess who don't give a fuck
And you Number one streaming… Guess
I just had to say that right there Rae
I just have to say you my nigga, understand?
It don't get no realer than this, man
Let's slow the fuck down
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Mary Jane gotta hold devil wants me dead
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Smoking roaches
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
shot, babe, yeah
You'd better let it bake (Yuh, what?)
I've been known to do the race
But I don't run from a fade
(Run from a fade, what?)
Little frame,
Snook: Welcome to the intro for this Los Amigos.. cd
Vingoe: Don't you mean album?
S: Shhh.. no one expects it to be an album
V: NOBODY WILL BUY
.O.C.
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
Yeah! Yeah!
Gucci Gucci, Zaytoven
Gucci Mane, familiar territory
Get it, get it, get it, believe it
24's on yo' car youse a trap star
If you
the antag
That kinda plot twist'd cause the great divide
I Don't get snagged in corrupt roots, I'd unload a mag
See flyi ain't the half of it, I'm like
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
Used to think I'd never make it
I was always so quiet making music in that basement
But I just dropped an album and I'm feelin kinda good
Yeah,
(Italian) and Country Classics Albums.
Everybody's got the dancin' fever
Everbody'd love to rock and roll
Play it loud and baby play it better
Funky
The wind carries melodies he left behind listen in
These the kind of rhymes that you'd find on a high tide
Glide out your pie as you try'n drink the salt
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