Lyrics:
me back by 9
Finish up exchange and ride
Put a lot into the coup d'état, none of this is new to me
Fuckers thought they'd play the part, super-clark
the 音楽業界
欠けてるよ必要な土台
冷めてる奴 頭ん中商売
gets struck by the Mediarite
3次元ベクトル空間
ゆがんだレンズ持ち
嗅覚弱い 勘違い集団
めがけうつ emotionalな
放射能で廻りはもう
smitherines 高所恐怖症
can't be,when you
I got K-Love on the text telling me I'm next up
After party crazy, wavy, while we make the next one
All up on your TV screen looking clean as fuck
the artist.
Supa fly supa bad shorty you can't top this.
Gotta have a G who can hold down a boss bitch.
What it do make a move pimpin you gon' hit or miss by
a G in the hood, rollin deep dish
(Y'all better peep this) I'm fin' to kill me a honkey
I'm sayin 'Fuck the President, and his flunkie!'
I bet' not
and blasting at me
About 20 shots, they never hit a nigga G
I was running low, trying not to get popped
Got chased by hundred white cops
I got shot then I
like the wicked murder [name] will blow your brains out
Leavin your ass in the gutter
Everytime I look up I been approached by an undercover
Tryin
put you in the grave, for som'ing they never had
Everyday in the hood, it be the same thang
Poverty running my people, so they love pain
And I
first blade at nine
By the age of twelve, slap bine, fifteen, beat a court case
I flying it on the strip, that's all day
It's clear mine's different
on Jambalaya
Now before I could walk, I had a guitar in my hand
By the time I could talk, I had my own band
I went on the road when I was eight years old
When I
(Brooklyn) home of the hot blocks
You can find me on the back block, e'rybody know me
I'm admired by the homey that's runnin the crack spot
I love to see
Gosh, it disturbs me to see you Gaston
Looking so down in the dumps
Every guy here'd love to be you, Gaston
Even when taking your lumps
There's
It goes: what-what? "Pharaohs!"
AOTP get your wig split!
Times change
But my mind-frame just loves war (grr)
Ted Danson from Cheers, I'm above Norm
friend
G-Man all duded up for Saturday night
Well, Billy slammed on his coaster brakes
And said, "anybody wanna go on up to Greasy Lake?"
It's about a mile
flow is cocaine, stacked by the K.G.
Woop, woop, that's the sound of the police
Fuck the police coming straight out the underground
Watch me run around
existence with consistence in my polo shirt
Then reassert my confidence with compliments I don't deserve
I calm my nerves by plotting for the day that I might
the unconditional love between us, I feel like the Mona Lisa
Hospital found out my pops had a lapse in his insurance
I learned just how people are quick to turn
hella B-I-G with the bosses, up at the office
No leverage, I gotta eat so, I'ma take whatever he offers
It better be legit, and you can eat a dick
I
DamageHooked up with Criminal now songs plain
SimpleSureño love rockin' that little RegalIn a
Lincoln ContinentalNow were ballin' out of
ControlLittle Simons' up
the glock and make room
Shit man I got a 12 gauge with the infrared scope
I found a Tec 9 it use to be a radio
But now I'm a G, psycho, crazy
Fuck what you
the homiez
But now I must remember all about my tenderonis
You're lonely by your homey baby I know how you're feelin'
You in the mood for some sexual
especially in the O we hear
"Coup, Coup, you know we got love fo' sho'"
But even mo' when they see us on B-E-and-T and
M-T-and-V but me and E can't pay
secrets bein' spilled out, soon as it happens the pigeons talk
I try to keep her close by, don't mind lettin' go
let her know who the fuck she wit'
like any
and grind like E-S-G
But I gotta get love like the Big Steve, throwed in the game like that P-A-T
Sunday morning pulling out my bitch, I'm looking good
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