Lyrics:
the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's
I thank God for my children, all the cars all the women
We gangstas! And there ain't a day that by
A Hustlah! Don't look back and reflect on his
The snow at Steak 48 was mad at my lack of proper (oh, ah)
Act like I ain't on the list
10 albums ain't nary one flop, feel like I can't miss
Car full
the inforcer'
Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of
An everyday situation where I would stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by
Eazy-E
driving shiny big black cars
And every day I see the news
All the problems that we could solve
And when a situation rises
Just write it into an album
Send
Don't get frustrated, it's complicated, he always with his friends
Look, there he go, by himself, slippin', he in that Benz
(Nigga, get out the car, you
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
Say I won't go drop a double album, and rap double time on all dub-step
Got no producers, just me rockin' over beatboxin' by Dougie Fresh
Say I won't
Yeah, what would I say about myself a couple months ago
I went from crying in my car for a basic girl
To sitting in the car and speeding on the road
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
guns on me
Get down and dirty, all by my lonely
I leave your brains on your block all around your homies
Live by the code of honor, stay holdin' armor
my first album going hard on diss last one diss last one made diss album in 7 days in my home studio blessed by God to be on diss ride i rode da wave
bottle
Listening to the songs that put our asses in this empty condo
Remember ridin' 'round in Ashleigh's car though?
When the radio first played our
I took a walk downtown today to find a place worth standing in front of.
I passed by alleys full of trash and forgotten junkies, surrounded by
[Angie Martinez] Oh!
[Sacario]
I don't think y'all ready [Angie Martinez Laughing]
It's what the world's been waitin for, live big, car keys
Rap ain't nothin' but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
I know I promised my niggas I'd
started!
Now all my niggas stay dirty dirty, buss rounds by the thirty thirty
Frontin' niggas y'all don't say a wordy wordy
I'm tired of y'all niggas
threats given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns
I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first
I thought I was abnormal cause I
empty so it's not funny
Fill it up a little more, honey
Need to be approved by the greatest
Coming up, yeah, I'm the latest
If you need that money go
the car better know
That I'm failin' to stop
Cause like Luis Suarez
These police love takin' a shot
Bitin' enemy violatin' the squad
So fuck my albums
Fuck
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
38.4 seconds in and im about to kill the flow
Hop in my car, tank almost empty, im about to go
Album been teased for a few months, i hope you ready
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