Lyrics:
So light it up and pass the thang to me
I'm fresh off parole I could smoke a whole p
Can smell it in my clothes you can smell it in my seats
there, I know
Once a decade goes by, I'm woke - they wrote it
"K Bibbles is the GOAT" they'll quote it
It takes a little bit to get it, I know it
I think
chillin'
Put a plate together, plottin' on a million
Drivin' these women crazy like summer in LA
Then bounce up to the Bay where
They love HB to the K
I was
I'm alright Fred
But don't let that worry your son
For when he grows up and gets blown out of here
Have yourself A-tomic bomb
Now introducing
I'mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it's crunch time
You know
When I pull up to the crib (pull up, pull up)
Hurry up and get dressed (what's up
The crescent moon sits waxing in the clear, blue sky tonight
Joanna sits relaxing down by the riverside
The cigarette she's smoking, a symbol
(Woo), that's a body
I been fresh (Woo), Osh B'gosh
Poor or pimp, do or die
Buyin' presidential by the ten pack, ran an M up in the Cadillac
I was
Give me a sign
Give me a reason to hold on
I?m holding on
What is a life
A series of moments all in a line
Just passing by
And so I lay here awake
by on the peril vines
Go to the finish, big Texas is next
Stuck him in the neck and I'm beatin on my chest
(Ice Cube)
T-Bone is the king of the jungle
known to fail
And never travel by car or bus, boat or by rail
And don't travel by plane, and don't travel at all
Build a bomb shelter basement with
Yeah, breathe in, breathe out
If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out
Push a big truck, pull ya keys out
Girls go wild and pull ya D's out
Breathe in,
it healing
The sound hear the voice of the acoustic guitar
Where do you wanna go not by plane by car
100 Miles or to paris is that a little far
We
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
Quick to strap up, you'd think my name was "kid, back up"
Big niggas, pick that up or lift that up
Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con
know de truth,
I'm doin' fine!
Seventeen
Decisions in a row,
An' only five on points;
De res' was all K.O.
Jackson an' Johnson,
Murphy an'
But as the days and weeks went by
I began to give up hope
Then one morning out of the blue
There came a knock at my door
From a man in a pinstripe
the f**k up talkin' about, I'm mister emo dad
F**k that s**t
F**k that s**t
F**k that s**t bleed out the hate
(Goth)
F**k that s**t
F**k that s**t bleed out
my eyes
Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin' hard liquor
This ghetto life has got me catchin' up to God quicker
Who would figure that
look sexy
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
They won't take me out my element
Nah, take me out my element
I'm allergic to a bitch
thing
Fueling up my Special K, waking up on New Year's Day
Fueling up my Special K, waking up on New Year's Day
Fueling up my Special K, waking up on New
their ass cheeks yellin Geronimo
It ain't a problem at all when K solve
Three-hundred and sixty degrees rhymes or boulevards
Are charged, by my entourage,
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
for your Turkish chain, C.K. B.K
Blue'd up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I helped niggas get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
My pants hang below my waistline
she gettin' vitamins and minerals
I be on the chemicals, she be on my testicles
Poke her with my tentacle then put her on my schedule
Rolling up them
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