Lyrics:
the blunt, I'm trying roll up the dope
Yo, shout out to deezee on the beat, man
Shout out to my boys from the lonerboyz
Shout out to SpaceGhostPurrp
Shout out
son?
(Yeah man, I was out on the street
These guys came on by in this, tch, car man playin some beat)
You ain't heard nuttin' this funky nigga, how
man I'm on the grind
Nigga wasn't workin' when you knew you should
Now you talk about me when I'm on the road
And when I ride by I'm in the newest
just turn into a rich bitch
Smokin' on stank, man, I know that (Yeah)
Shoot at your head turn your head to a throwback
Big shit, y'all don't want
again?
(Sshh. The Bullets man.)
Yea right, right.
So tell me Rasheed you know what I'm sayin,
this hip-hop thang an everythang goin on,
tell me, I
Shout out to the dope man slangin' bricks of yay (Bricks of yay)
Aye little rich man standin' in my way (In my way)
What I gotta do? To fuckin' get this
Spend spend spend shopping spree look at me
Head to toe I'm Super dope man I must be fresh squeezed (Must be fresh squeezed)
It's about god damn time I'm
(JT on the track again)
As a matter fact, pulled up with extra ammo
(Samy made this shit)
Stopped by the store, me and my loc, like get a pack
forever in my D-Boy ways
So dope, blue jeans, new J's
Sold dope by any means all day
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's
neck in a cast (whoa)
Yes, i"m the man with the skills to talk shit
And i'm back by the crew that none of y'all can get with
So back to the lab to fix
the jury (I crank it up)
They wanna hang me by the rafters like Vince Carter jersey (Vince)
Everybody broke, I could have retired, early thirty (woo)
Ran
Your problems by becoming rich)
Shit, aye bruh wussup?
See that white van parked outside
The trap over there? Fuck
Fools look like jump out fuck that is?
Heaven, man, I need someone to call on
Nowadays these phones tapped, I don't even wanna talk on 'em
Down a very long road, these niggas ain't never walked
diffused or fall by the wayside
Knock em out but they got saved by the bell, that's Bayside
You could lead right, but they ain't really gotta follow
And you
[prodigy]
Aiyyo, wordup dunn
Man you know how I feel
Gotta be more to it than this, word up
*doing an impression of scarface*
This what it's all
Same shit different day
Smoking dope, getting paid
People say that I've changed
Me, I just feel the same
THC all through my veins
That's the reason I
weed up man, ayy
Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
I smoke too much weed, it's reekin' out my pores (strong)
Lil' bitty waist
Yea, that's my people's right there man
With blood over there? Yea, that's my people
Guns over there? Yea, that's my people
Every time they pass me
I'm 'tAnq N tONic'
Maybe even supersonic
It's my Rope a Dope over dope
Inspired by the Pope of Hope
Cypress Hill must be on the bill
Unless they're
Find another crew of niggas that can fuck with this
Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
You must be on dick dope and dynamite
How you
took they badge, took they guns and they cash
Came by the bar, nigga rollin' in they squad car
Blue and red lights flashin' like a superstar
I just shook
that carry they toast
Make the Post, front page and, center-Stagin'
When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man
We rocked out own
Uh Running man
I got my mind on a hunnid grand
Steady whipping the dope oven man
Fuck a bitch tell her talk to da hand
Ion think that you niggas gone
a motherfucker
Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother
Go to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her
I seen real G's destroyed by real
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