Lyrics:
Now the taste of alcohol is filling up my bladder
What's the date and time it don't matter
Had a pocket full of phone numbers I was trying
full of cougars, slow
This just might be an interesting YT
Yeah nigga, this a crew cut
Crew cut, momma say yo crew cut
On that GT, pop for me ooh-eh
full of cougars, slow
This just might be an interesting YT
Yeah nigga, this a crew cut
Crew cut, momma say yo crew cut
On that GT, pop for me ooh-eh
Taking it out the vault (huh)
Taking it out the vault (huh)
Formula gimme the code (yuh)
Warm it up back on the stove (huh)
Ok yo shit getting old so
Smoke something sip something take yo mind off everything its already worked out we gotta play the patient game easier said then done i already know
Granny told me kill these niggas Lose the evidence
Do it for yo self and yo tribe And make it evident
The Last nigga who tried me Got a lesson that
hustlers spirit
The only thing true is pain
The love sharpened my aim
True say I weren't always aim right
So many aimless nights
Still so many priceless days
the courtroom with flashbacks
First time yo mom caught you with mad crack
She told you, "Get out
And don’t bring yo ass back"
Now you talkin' 'bout you wish
You
Yo, yeah, this is the Rocafella remix
Killer-Cam, Nappy Roots, y'all ready?
Awnaw! Hell naw! Boy
Y'all done up and done it
Awnaw! Hell naw! Boy
for my
Close minded foes most the
Time it be yo kids that keep on ya toes
Nine treat us like savages like
We radical but the
Only the bomb in my arsenal
sold
Dis respect i up aim the pole re arrange yo nose
Dome less
Bitch im in the streets like im homeless
Pit bull foaming at the mouth lets get it
Shouts to those who promise they go support but never did
Wo kyerƐ me lesson then I take am that’s why I did me yƐ hustler me target nnyƐ mega mepƐ
Yeah, yo, Def Squad
Full Cooperation on this one, yo
Total concentration
Yo, look (huh?)
'Sup with these cats out here, son?
I don't think they
We living in a world where yo dog ain’t yo dog
Cuz they tryna be a cool cat
Where niggas say they don’t wear hats, but they still cap
Uh
And all
the
Reason the tide shift?
Flight lift off and by the time I land
The time switched
What if they green light you and give
Us the hammers to slide with?
Then we
to leave u lone won't bother me
On my own I'm by my lonely heart cold I keep my heat
You say
We don't never spend no time together
Don't play
With my li
Rogers, or Darby Park
'Cause it really don't matter
I'll bust a cap and we the real niggas who
Put Inglewood on the map
And every time I bee your ass
Yo
that shit you talkin' is noise! Word! You full of shit!
Check this out, moms, I said time bomb
And they sit in your house and remain calm
Till you
front of yours, I could see the bitch in you
Show em what a switch a do
And treat it like a business move
Motivated hustler moving like I don't got shit
let it slip away
Raise yo' drinkin' glass
Here's to yesterday
In time
We're all gonna trip away
Don't piss Heaven off
We got Hell to pay
Come full
of candy
And to that nigga that greet you i need a hand full of answers
Like whats yo credit score
Nah but you cant be no bum
What yo people like was yo
(yo)
Buttons is pressed to remove the press
Press a bullshit, my index press a full clip (YO)
Set up cones when I'm firing chrome
I hittin ladies
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
wraith, the interior on some red and white shit (hah)
This for them niggas still eatin' while duckin' Fed indictments
Backwood full of pressure, with
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