Lyrics:
am a little dazed tonight
A little more dazed than usual my friend
And road manager George Gruel presented
Me with an album about three days ago
Called
Amy
Post turbo, bout to get that bitch painty
Lucky Luciana a.k.a. Piano man, used to play with keys
3 or 4 peas, purpose sack luch, oxis
These ol'
of you
How you be comin through (the mic)
Myself and two a alikes had ran through this crew of three
In my earlier days they showed me things new to me
slain last summer by a cocaine runner
A new year is dawning, new crews is forming
Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring
The streets are deep Son
down the microphone, son, surrender, forfeit
Did I hear something 'bout a crew? What they wanna do?
You better call Mr. Babyface so he can bring out
your title is seven
Takin' out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelfth well I'll go for self
Rockin' New York like no one else
You can
Dennis playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
while everybody eyein'
Add to that a constant fear of dyin'
By gunshot wound, or other violent type of endings
I kept a tough demeanor on the surface
Chewbacca!
Duece-duece, Papa now rocking your shoes proper
True shotta, nigga you noose [knows] nada
My three vs. your four, who crew's hotter?
Well I have been in here for two or three days and they
won't let me out! No. They've left me stuck in this here studio and what can I do but mumble
albums, three majors
Only critics to our favor
Crew members turned traitors
Put the spin on it, tornados
Our father, thy neighbor
Couldn't tell me that God
Dennis playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery
But the nurses is loving me
Saying the best part of the day is my half
Feeding me breakfast, and giving
while
To all of you from my crew who been waitin so long, this
track caps off at that official Naughty bomb shit
The Ill-town party rhyme
3 chainz, owww
Caught up in my bullshit, put your head on backwards
And skate off after, engage in laughter 'bout what just happened
Fingers
got three)
French Maldives (uh-huh, ha)
Green Card from that visa (Green Card from visa)
Get caught and she leave (get caught and she leave)
By
playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
a couple of shots
Of patron patron patron
12 play album is the bomb, play that #1
That's my song my song my song
Now one shot is what I like
Two shots gone
yeah yeah, yeah)
Keeps the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta
(C-Sick)
Uh, soon as you here this verse, I'm out the record deal
They cheated twelve albums, four years, and that's a record still
Head
a bouqet
15's in the back blasting, Peep the candy as I pass em
Watch the chamillion paint flop like Chingy's last album
Cocoa Chanelle frames on woodgrain
another four
More songs with da crew
Working on your album debute
Turning into our Smoke Dawg tribute
Headline on Notorious Utopia
New gen
Already lost
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
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