Lyrics:
because we started there
I got a girl that used to ride around with 'Pac an' them
I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then
Yeah, Richard Mille,
they're under pushing up flowers
Superfly true lies, do or die
Toss me high ? only puff la
With my crew from lock high
I refugee from Guantanamo Bay
Dance
they're under pushing up flowers
Superfly true lies, do or die
Toss me high ? only puff la
With my crew from lock high
I refugee from Guantanamo Bay
Dance
the gram by gram
Your boy get bread, that’s without a doubt
One by one, I knocks them out
I get that paper nigga, I get that paper
Benz on chrome shoes
Crib
they're under pushing up flowers
Superfly true lies, do or die
Toss me high ? only puff la
With my crew from lock high
I refugee from Guantanamo Bay
Dance
(miracle)
Her last man money hysterical
She from the six one nine, Rey Mysterio
I'm the same nigga bustin' their stereo
Yeah, my boys on the block selling
It's far away I am today From scenes I roamed a boy
cnd long ago the hour, I know I first saw Illinois
Not time nor tide nor waters wide Could wean
From the NH to the CA, you know how we play
We get the money just like eBay
From the CA to the NH, there's no debate
Let the money, let the money
bottle
You in a class by yourself all dem chicks follow
[Chorus]
If it's a boy
His swagger ditty bopping gone be just like mine,
And if it's a girl
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
men from near and afar;
And history can tell how we routed
The redcoats through old Castlebar.
Cho:
And pledge me the stout sons of France, boys,
Bold
boys (what?)
Ridin' through The Bay, bumpin' Too $hort (bitch)
Yeah, I got a pocket full of blue boys (Franks)
I got them old hunnids and them new
a dare without the consequence
Listen if it not for these hood inventions
I'd just be another kid from the block with no intentions
On the dock of that bay
Richard took you by your hand
Costello sent you postcards from Japan
Once you swung your hips to Elvis' voice
Jennifer you laughed at all the boys
Did you
by wild boys you won't get up no never
Do anything for each other no matter the measure they roll together
I dedicate this track to Richard Kyte
on a quest for six
We stack break by break
We take lick for lick
Don't get caught slipping in the zone we'll pick for six
Man on man boy we sending that heat
and afros
But if I was to judge by the look on her face she’ll most likely get home and tell her husband David or Richard or Harry she came within inches
Started with a dollar and a dream
Sorta like Jordan getting cut from the team
Sorta like Dre 'fore he met Jimmy Iovine
I was lost out here, real
members from the projects to the compound (walls)
If you holdin' up your wrist, make sure it's bust-down
Dog shit, see we all lit, Cartier Buffs
neck of the woods
My neck of the woods (my neck of the woods)
In my neck of the woods
There's stop signs that I ran through like Richard Petty
Spanish with the plug havin' convos
Bleek Lair ran lips, hit the line every morning cause they know I keep the lean by the carload
In the top, hit
I fooled y'all, ain't shit for me to come back from
Oh
Yes
I'd like to take this opportunity to formally welcome you to this
Extravaganza that I
A Mother chased her daughter through the forest
Catching her by the shoulder
"Take me to the boy you lay with. They will cut his hands off
body back to where you from to were you stay
This the bay we keep the clock in real fast
With a foot on the gas with a pocket full of cash
Slash through
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