Lyrics:
Here's some tea, I don't come around
Instead I leave you by yourself
Everyone always tests the ground
When they try to fly up south
It might seem
To the South side! (Whiz One in the house!)
(To my man Showbiz in the house!)
You see I skip to my lou like Napoleon at Waterloo
My name is Diamond D, tell
A star up in the sky goes slowly passing by,
The lights below...they spell out your name.
You're comfort on my mind and you're with me all
bought him the land
He said, "The work may be hard but its honest
I'll pay 'em by May if I can."
Sometimes they'd talk about children
Names and things
day and all night
Dwellin South of the Hudson, New Jerusalem
in seclusion, using fake pseudonyms [I'm true bad]
Mind travels like a skitzo on two tabs
All the possibilities
Things you can pick up and look beneath
Just watch your step
Don't fall between the blanks in your memories
There's an anchor
Sweet little duck I've been waiting for you
Wearing my heart on my sleeve
And I sleep through most days
So the time goes by
And I think I drink
the hired men, they set off signals
And nearby boats came by and they rescued them
And off they went on their way to South America from Australia
Sixty
Through our own company's
that are headed
By our own fuckin' homies
Nobody owns me
My mom named me Corey
Sam called me a number, had to tell ?em my
Askin' for motion on a road that doesn't end
A contradiction to our sleepy trend
She's been sanctified and glorified
Blessed by the hand of God she's
luxury
flats.Brick by brick the infiltration has begun. I feel moved to take a
spray can to the boarding. But can’t think of anything whitty or on point
cease by chance
fly down south and clean up this mess
huge, you could have been open space
it could have been
seaweed in your hair
only the desperate
and for you you you to back it up and dunk it
put your arms out front lean side to side
they gone be on you when they see
you hit that dougie right
ain't
to me you know to me?
To me and the Rydas up on your family tree
Cause everyday is something new
Now holla at Bullet yo whoo whoo
Everyday except
by two
Break it up like fist fights
And push it all the way through
Let my chick set sail like my bro's on a cruise
Gutta music got stacks
We'd ball
365 days in one year Dogg and about 85 bad bitches
Over there up against the wall
They all waitin' to be chose, clothes sweaty and shit
But all dey
[talking]
Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones (Who)
Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones
Put ya lighters up, put ya lighters up
Mike Jones-Jones-Jones, I get...
Its not the east or the west side, (no its not)
Its not the north or the south side, (no its not)
Its the dark side... (you are correct)
You can't
Yup
(Hold up, this John?)
Yeah
I'm a Net this like I'm Jason Kidd
I'm legit
You wanna be somebody else
You counterfeit
I don't blend anybody boy
I'm
[Large Professor]
Yo, I take your brain on a freestyle excursion
Cuttin things up, ask P I'm his surgeon
Hip hop emergency, yeah, it's kind of urgent
inside of Guelo's house
I be so fly all my ways claim south
Winters coming, I embrace snow now
Yo soy el mero mero, con el Dos XXs
Me creo boss, let me
where I'm going
From that West Coast down through South Side, everywhere's my home
I do it for the lovе, you do it for the haters
I don't really carе
smart
Got up in the field, I started trapping now I'm street smart
Rifle turned into a shotty told that nigga play his part
You gon make me go there, if I
just found out how
Put up a shroud, stream for the crowd
Play up the game, and the viewers could bow
Stay tough 'cause maybe the hate will get loud
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