Lyrics:
times are rockin'
He lifts and cocked it suckers are toxic
I'm all about what's fallin' in my pocket
I'll be the one they wanna share that cock with
Your
he’ll always be Capone
I feel his spirit so I’ll never be alone
Threw the pain and the darkness
Never phased cause I’m chocolate
I’m live from USA
Mr
and as far the stizzle
I'll eat your ass up show
You how a bullet fizzle
Get your ass touched one hand on your whizzle
The other on the clutch, my middle
doin'?
Throw some spit on the tip of the spliff prevent the canoeing
Culture VI introducin' I'll take care of the lyrics you handle the producin'
Let's be
else since I'm his only soldier
Nobody else gonna roll for me & I know
Without the Row & Immortal Outlaw (Ay K)
I'll be forgotten for sho
Plus
I get Texas Chainsaw Massacre
You will get Freddy Krueger part 6 and
Final Destination part 3
Trust me I'll push your wig back
This ain't a fair clash
ho-ooo)
(We can take it slow-ooo)
(No one has to know-ooo)
Oh Oh lets make a porno
You can taste me ill eat ya up like DiGiorno
Don't be shy that's
on the floor,
I wanna show you
I’ll be your world, rocking to your rhythm
Hey there Mr DJ,
Get get get get on the floor
Get get get on the floor,
Come on ya all
this cash
Will I be subject to kill, live my life by a gat
Just when I think I made it out, the street is calling me back
Chorus:
(Nature)
I
leave his mouth taped
Eliminate, news on B-E-T, got pictures of me
Killer ki, the F.B.I. scanned the blocks
Use photography, want me and my team out
the clippin'
don't think that i'll be your victim
cause i boost the competition
then i'm causin' disaster
but homie you make it faster
your wifey likes it long
to rush you, girl
But we should be body to body
Body to body (Mr. Hood)
Body to body (yeah)
Uh, picture your body soakin', bath water
No panties
Let me tell you somethin' about an a-b-c style
The a the be, the c the d the e the f the g the h the I the j the k
The l the m the n the o the p
zu
[?] job [?] (Uh-uh)
Need a roof, a mafia (Mafia) [?] Al capone (Uh-uh)
Razer Motorola ringing (Ring-ring) [?] karaoke can singing
[?] on your ring
real ass nigga from the east bay
?w-e-l-l-t-e-p-are-o-o-f?
For the niggas who kid yourself by losin' your fuckin' death
Bloaw! bloaw!
Cap, we do it
A S A P, F E R G
Big Tigger, I'm jigga, and you know me, D
(ay)
Lamborghini dreams, bitch I mean what I say
Do it for a purpose, you just her by mistake
Put
of a parachute Mr. Drug War Junta-Man himself George Bush used when he bailed out of that bomber in World War II?
Hemp was illegal by then, but farmers were
earthquakes
I escape, baggin worth, pawn porcelain plates
Get ill like Al Capone after sniffin that ape
And my state from the halls of Hell
Sing-sing stick
"Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said
"Would you like to make a soldier
Out of your son, Ted?
With a scarlet coat and a big white hat
Mrs. McGrath,
sort of a science
Your rap's wack, I'll do more than just corny and (?)
I leave 'em fuckin' mortified, dog, I terrorize
My rhymes are more than
all about the vibes
It's all about the vibes
It's all about the vibes
It's all about the vibes
If we vibe I'll let you stand by my side
Ngkoe ma ngai
is left in pieces Raped by her own grandchild, ""dam"" You gotta be mentally ill
Dear Dad don't rest please In justice we plead Injustice is real
you love me with my flaws
I'll be your soldier
Fighting by your side
No matter wetin
Shobolo yo ke soo o
Awon na le nu won
I don't care sha ti fe mi
Adu
(Get on your knees, nigga, get on your knees and pray)
Em, you claim you mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known slut
So what's Hailie gon' be
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