Lyrics:
Rock slappin with the speakers playing
Wrist watch flashy
Then your soul is taken
Miles Davis pockets bluer faces
Only cuz of capitalism
My brodies in
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic! I
in paradise together
I'll come over to your palace, and we party over there
Because what else could paradise be
But the best of whatever it is people
be fuckin' when you way past sixty?
(Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Could I hide in your house if the cops is tryin' to get me?
(Wiggy,
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
Trying to hold it steady
Anything in my way is dead
'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone
Drunk by
bad
And the only way to get there fast
I'm going home in my mind
Cruising by them Carolina pines
Taking it slow, doing 35 down Timber drive
I can
be great
Really no dey biz cos I came a long way
Imma take your space if you leave it unattended
You should know by now
Issa freaking rat race
You
fucking in the back of my concert
Offended by the lack of a roster
I can easily handle a monster
Off a redline and a handle of monster
We ain't the same boy
boots, singing
Erykah Badu to herself
Leaning her head against the window
And thank you to the way my father one time came back in a dream
By
mumble is a way to keep the discretion
Miles Davis blues once I'm calm and collected
Murder this jazzy flow without claiming a victim
You just follow
went and broke your teacher's rule
Well, I walked by your classroom
I had to take a look
I stopped a while and watched what you
Had written in your book
Yeah! and I've set up and turned out this state
With my own two hands
We've traveled this land packed tight in minivans
And all this for the fans,
'til the cup is overflowin'
Leeroy Jenkins in this bitch how I go in
Gotta have it now or I'm done by 30
Been sayin' I flopped nah I been movin' slow
meditate radiate priority
Never stand by I stand with the minority
All seeing eye I I peep the sly sorcery
Diamond in the sky I keep my mind orbiting
It’s
enemies of their own families
What's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side
only God can save us
When miles Davis Cuttin' lose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
That passed on, they in
DL Davis
But he ain’t the bottom rank
Know some niggas by the ocean
That get gory with the shank
Don’t you call my phone
Unless you talking 40
bluntin'
But still carry, the chrome Dirty Harry
'Cause your boy got to have that, by any means necessary
Hey, I can't keep livin' this way
'Bout to load up
Friday nights, wide-open skies
Back forty, gettin' wild on
Sweet by-and-by, I saw the light
In a little white church way in the back
Grew up, grew up,
Never will it be the truth
Everything she says, cap in the booth
I can't walk a mile in my own boot
Players play, coaches coach, shooters shoot
Ten miles to northward of the narrow port
Open'd a larger haven: thither used
Enoch at times to go by land or sea
And once when there, and clambering
be fuckin' when you way past sixty?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Could I hide in your house if the cops is tryin' to get me?
(wiggy,
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