Lyrics:
Broke five ribs both hands and blew out his teeth
But the level below is where they all want his position
They all look the other way and continue with
One, two, three
He plays so sexy to me
Three, four, five, six
Kit's got some brand new licks
Six, seven, eight
Down by the snake at the lake
a quail-o then I lay low
Inside a mansion, Nokay-do
50 cents Fake-o Bay-bro
No see's in my lie
I need weed to get high
I need cheese to get by
After
clothes off
I'm here with Mikey and we gon' rock
This some shit you won't top
I'm so high, won't you think about that babe
On some other shit that
know where I'm goin
On two eighty five I keep ridin in a circle
The inside of my ride smellin like a pound of purple
Gucci is your time give me five more
the cars!
See the house!
Livin' large!
Look in the mirror!
See a star!
I'm outta space!
Hella far!
They at the bottom!
I'm on top!
I'm so high
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
see bank like Frank White
Your hand clutchin', your chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high
Yo yo
I don't brown
seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by
break 'em from the get-go
Slidin' by, riding high when we get-go
Love it or leave it, we love livin illegal
Servin' or swerving in a '85 Regal
Look
UNDEAS
Lil' Ceasar, the bitch pleaser
Uhh... uh, check it
Verse One: Lil' Cease
Yo I be buyin em V's, so all my girls be eyein Cease
Comin
your my rock star Shorty
Here's my number shit, you don't gotta to call me
Shorty
[Chorus: x2]
I'm chilling in my 4.6, at the light
5 o'clock in
see bank like Frank White
Your hand clutchin', your chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high
Yo yo
I don't brown
with your hands high
Ain't no tricks, we set it to fire like Hendrix
All the hard rocks will liquify
All over the scene, makin' it messy
So we make
Well I worked like a fool 'til after done with high school
Just to form a rock and rollin' band
But the streets were exploding and my life I was
the crackas at, outer city limits
Hotter than the Red Light District
Dealin rap flows, strictly cash flow business
Stakes is high like astrophysics
Play
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
the streets and spread like a disease
Neighborhoods infected then misdirected
It ain't no cure and it's hard to correct it
Bless by the most high cursed by
huh
Four was mild but five is so wild
I can smoke a green mile
Got a chrome nina Rolls shined up for you, baby, blin' blaow
I rock a throwback
huh
Four was mild but five is so wild
I can smoke a green mile
Got a chrome nina Rolls shined up for you, baby, blin' blaow
I rock a throwback
with no roof
Excuse me I don't no what they told you
But I'm gettin in for free anywhere that I go to
Curren$y the high spitter got hella flows
Rock
at twenty-five, I can't afford it
Beef assorted like Godiva chocolates
Niggas you bought it, I pull the slide back and cock it
Plan aborted, you and your mans
Through those cotton candy clouds
Giving high fives to the stars as
Hopeful comets pass us by
A rocket trip on its course
Rising up to the sublime
Live
When five-oh roll, they say what's the M.O
Another rapper was hit, by Mister Slow Flow
Cause on my second return, I had to come correct
Takin nuttin but
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