Lyrics:
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males
Let's take a peak...
[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved by
Ya’ll Don’t Know
Written by Anthony Parker
Verse 1
What y'all know about living in silence we protest might turn violence so much hate no true
the ray of light,
Baby let's ride the high.
Ooo let me hold you tight,
We can just stay the night.
Chorus:
We can baby, we can stay the night.
Sit back,
the ray of light,
Baby let's ride the high.
Ooo let me hold you tight,
We can just stay the night.
Chorus:
We can baby, we can stay the night.
Sit back,
and pass GO and get the pot of gold
In the MEDITERRANEAN
Met this fly lady, and
She had two lovers
The rich Parker Brothers
On the run from the IRS for
of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off, we ridin'
Where phones don't roam, they
of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off, we ridin'
Where phones don't roam, they
yeah
So here you go
Let's put you in the motherfucking know
Let's start off easy, capeesh
I'm about to make a vernacular-fucking inaugural speech
Place
riding with firearms cocked
Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block
Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by
Parker
(like Candace Parker)
Yeah, a good teacher
So might as well add
Her right in my roster
Always subbing in,
I make her a starter
(make her a starter)
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
take me out of this landlocked town
There is just one place I need to go
Let these waves wash away my blues
Let the golden sun shine its rays on me
This ain't for everybody
You know who y'all are
Yeah you, y'all know who you are
These are our heroes, ha ha
Let's hear it, one for the coons
and Securicor.
Well brings out the Branston bren-guns let's spice it up some more.
The Sweeney are cruising Brixton, created another Belfast.
And J.R.'s
Bring Back That Old School
(written and produced by Ray C. Robinson, Jr.)
INTRO
Old School, It Was A Day In Time
Just Sit Back, Let's Take An Old
to my world
Let me give you a tour
It's a whirlwind I swirl
Trapped in my brain
Feelin' my pain
I try to let go
But I don't know
(I don't know, man)
I'm
Swinging the beams I draw
X-rays go through all
I had a vision
I’ve seen it all
Either live in a dream
Living the dream you saw
Made mad incisions
Their
introduction needed
Every nigga in Atlanta know
You try me when you see me nigga
I'ma spit ya cantaloupe
Trigga' happy and in a hurry to let them hammers go
Cause I'm way more fly, yeah
Have you hangin' 'round a
Bunch of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut
to diss him
Fuck him
Got caught selling fogs, they let me out on bond
If Dr. Ray at the party, then everybody gone
Your girl saw me in traffic like, that's
God
He said "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard"
For your boy
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks
(Let it go, let it go)
(Let it go, let it go)
(Let it go, let it go)
(Let it go, let it go)
I'm comin' like Gunna I'm tryna get paid
Beginning
Real legend like I'm Sugar Ray (wha)
Bout the money and I'm on the way (yep)
If they talking then I let em hate (what?)
Fake **** I don't tolerate (I
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