Lyrics:
And even if the sky come fallin'
Bitch, I'ma still be high
I got faith in my weedman
My lil' niggas got yay' by the beanbag
Hit your ass from the side
a flop,
But if, baby, I'm the bottom you're the top!
Your words poetic are not pathetic.
On the other hand, babe, you shine,
And I can feel after
her bullshit pronto
She like sushi and opera but her coochie aqua
What's a goon to a goblin? What's a shooter to a shotta?
I can boom shakalaka your
we're rarely disrespected
I got all the time that I need to kill
What's that time?
It's time to get ill
You been fully captivated by that funky ass
Christ, I got bitches
Only right, only right, only Dice, what I'm pickin'
Ain't a band, we be drummin', hate a man that be frontin'
Scraped your pan,
Sometimes I think this cycle never ends
We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
And it seems by the time that I have figured what
Nod your head yes,
Do all I can to make you want to see me again,
Oh what a night.
Got a letter from the mail,
Got a message from the telephone.
Where should I start
Disjointed heart
I've got no commitment to my own flesh and blood
Left all alone
Far from my home
No one to hear me,
Ok, I start out all alone
'Cause my baby mama left me
Now there's nobody at home
Beginning to feel like Ms. Jackson done got cloned
Well it's some
You're now tuned into the mu'fuckin greatest
Turn the music up in the headphones
Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off nigga I got you, yeah
you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tears
William Zanzinger, who
like Pledge
Wouldn't suggest you try me, verses like Guillani
What? I hurt it on purpose like Bonnie
From the bottom to the T-O, P we flow
C.O.D.,
both hands
Not watch it fizzle at the bottom of a Coke can
And I got no plans for the weekend
So should we speak then? Keep it between friends?
of y'all sharing bars
Like you got the bottom bunk in a two-man cell (a two-man cell)
Something's in the water (something's in the water)
And if I gotta
got my big gun wit' me don't feel like doofin' I feel like shootin' FOOL!
And I don't like your attitude
You do shit that dem hoes on a rag'll do
Ol'
Sometimes I think this cycle never ends
We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
And it seems by the time that I have figured what
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
'm supposed to do
'Cause I got that boom boom that all the boys chase
All the right junk in all the right places
I see the magazines working that Photoshop
a fast break from the past
But I ain’t gonna lie
I got something to confess
I still need your body to express
Boing boom tchak
Boing boom tchak
Boing
marbles nigga
But I got two sides
Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area I mean the Westside
With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz
cars and I wouldn't drive one
And when you make it from the bottom you the chosen one
Turn up!
Rich nigga since birth, Louis V chinchilla
Bought a brand
we're rarely disrespected
I got all the time that I need to kill
What's that time?
It's time to get ill
You been fully captivated by that funky ass
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
friends
La da da da da da
Baby, I got my boyfriend
Is that your girlfriend
Maybe we can be friends
La da da da da da
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