Lyrics:
On the floor with miss ass counting up them bands
Can catch the bag blind folded I got great hands
Clear the set, count it up onto the next shift
Come get
Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick
For those who don't like it, eat a dick
But for those who with me, sing that shit
As it go
your fuckin', get your feet off my fuckin' table nigga!
Fuck you think you at home, with your cheap fur on?
Shit look like it 'bout to bite somethin'
um (it's all because of you)
(Say what?) Uh-huh
(I'm feeling sad and blue) she said what?
(You went away) and now, my life is filled with rainy
like I'm Johnson
They jaw stuck in awesome
I'm Sherlock, you're Watson
I spit flame no arson
Drink milk by the carton
It's james bitch, no harden
I chew
Send her ass to stockton
Heard they wanna pop bris
Cause they mad im poppin
Aye!
Let it drip like some candle wax
I be with pit's i have my
Dawgs come
the headlights
Drive by the moonlight
Talk about what the future might hold
Down that red dirt road
It's where I drank my first beer
It's where I found
the headlights
Drive by the moonlight
Talk about what the future might hold
Down that red dirt road
It's where I drank my first beer
It's where I found
been afraid of heights
Love smoking weed
I don't really do well with advice
I don't fail like Syl when them lights come on
I throw the dice and take
Like, hot
The haters can't fuck with it
Cause they mom and they sister and girl in love with
It (and they niggas)
Sound man holla black come with it
band way back in the 20s. I worked there
with him plum until he went out on the road by hi'self … and it cut me out
again. And then I started working
rights
Even if we have a fight, it's you, and only you
Twista with Do or Die, when I flow about you and I, girl
I'm in love with you, and only you
[Hook:]
pie" just ain't attainable
So, how can I sustain a full life before death
Man, I'm left out here to make it by my goddamn self
Now come on, who gives
an appointment with him.
Sec: Won't you have a seat, he'll be with you shortly.
[Door opens]
Sec: Mr Johnson, your 2:30 is here.
Mr J: Eh, send him in. Damn,
by these killers,
it took years of thuggin' to get to this point nigga.
I don't know if you know how it feels to walk around with stacks.
I been
rotten
A piece of my childhood it'll never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy, two hands
the richest since the Smiths and the Johnson's
If you ain't sayin' nothin', you a system's accomplice
It should play with your conscience, do away with
It's Phleaux Johnson
Motherfucker, it's Phleaux Johnson
It's Phleaux Johnson
Motherfucker, it's Phleaux Johnson
Girl I might just light your pain
risky...
World tour with my mans touching the city
If the papes come yo yo I won't riff
If they don't come no no I won't trip
If it's one thing you can take
rotten
A piece of my childhood it'll never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy, two hands
Scum Gang! Ayy, ayy
This is another DJ DNA production
What they talkin' bout? (yeah)
I ain't come to talk, I came to bang it out
(Bang it out)
I
trust
With your fellow allies and you'll lose their supplies
They have a lot of demands to meet and you're not one of them
If you come and die in this war
got it from us
I'm with my gang and my niggas go nuts
You talkin' money, best believe I show up
And all the real niggas know us
Bitch I'm ballin',
a little gift behind
For the rich to find
What kind of present doesn't come with a bow?
The most dashing assassin
You couldn't leave a scratch on me
With
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