Lyrics:
and be a sucker for a fabrication
I don’t wanna know what goes on beyond these four walls
I’ve been around before
I’ve seen the good and the bad
I’ve
grown up and old, and beyond the cops' control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin' to bag me and get rocked steady
By the MAC one-double, I
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Chorus
cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down (what?), walkin' around with gold by the pound (yeah)
Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders all in the crown (ah)
down like that
We can go to this place by the railroad track
It has a room with a view, just right for two
Equipped with the accessories to get you in
numb
Spun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they came asking me
around them hundreds, you know how much that is (tens)
Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the back end (send it)
Niggas in here lookin' tough,
and watches
Before you put ya hands on the wall, empty ya pockets
Fix ya face, this a robbery, nigga, respect the juks
Stop shaking, you making me nervous, I
Each character is represented by a different instrument of the synthesized
orchestra.
For instance, the part of Billy the Bird is played
by a flute,
Daddy had a Buick and Mama loved to ride
Daddy like to drive it and Mama liked to glide
Four white walls constantly in motion
From the Great Smoky
high as fuck and Polo sheets is what I lands on
Back against the wall and my two feet is what I stand on
Diva in the room, she blowin' me just like
Mob shit bitch
I know you know
But check game doe
I'm in the S-C 4-double-oh
Sitting real low, stick in the flo', oh
The hoe want me to come
was realer than me
I'm 'bout to take 'em 4th quarter
I can feel it in me
Catch 'em on the inbound
Watching for the shot clock
5-4-3-2-1, pull up for
shit
Ya know this is for you you hear me?
Show me love
When you see me on the TV show me love
On the video
I got a tank around my chest
sending out to prison
You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
We got more four-fives and nines than a deck of cards (woo)
You can take me
, run around
I ain't ever gotta run you down
Marijuana, never running out
Back killing me
Rap brilliantly
Clap willingly
Three lines, that's a trap
Eight walls around an overnight fire
A staff, a drum, and singing is heard
One by one layers are peeling away
One cannot prepare for what they see
It's a fortified kingdom I've built around me
Where my ego and my pride have grown alone
The walls were built by the others slavery
Their hands
gang, die for connect gang
Throw up spot slang, watch and let my nuts hang
Down with the 1-O, meet me in the jungle
Fly, gettin high by
me, I hope they lock me
Instead they speed ahead yo, nigga, watch me
I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught
Up in
hairpins on the floor and half the bathroom
Baby, these four walls, hate it when you're gone so I have to ask ya
Hey, what you say we decorate and slap
we had so much fun
Now don't get around much anymore
Just sitting round and watching these 4 walls
Gazing from the kitchen down the hall
Staring
walls in your motherfuckin' daughter
M-O-S, S-I-E
M-U-G, and K-I-V
Always to' with E-4-0
Hit the air like cubes by a liquor store
Motherfuckers
words
I make herbs split up and squeal
Ill is all I've been hearin lately
Niggaz hate me, wanna duck tape me and make me
Put their brains on the wall
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