Lyrics:
high
Swear I be so high I feel like Top Dog
I'm from 300, O'Block
You a real nigga knock-off (Yah)
Glock 40, clip hold fifty, boy
Don't shot down (Nah)
a fight)
Did the nerves come get you?
What's your alibi? (Alibi)
I made my way back to LA
And that's where you'll be forgotten
In forty years you'll
Been forty days since I don't know when
I just saw her with my best friend
Do you know what I mean?
Do you know, know what I mean?
I just saw
A forty years old bald accountant had a terrifying dream
In his nightmare played a rocker rasing all his steam
His eyes were sparkling, his
away in peace!
Open up the door, my love, open up the door
I'll give you another forty dollar more if you open up the door
Open up the door, my love,
bow-headed chicks and frat guys
Wearing forty dollar tie-dyed t-shirts
And big old paisley ties
Here's to living off dad as long as you can
And blending in
ignorance is bliss, so I guess you're all blistered
The wrong move is made, like 40's in the ghetto
Your cap is quickly twisted
And just in case the first
confidence
5 with defiance
Small exploitation with no illusions
Caught dry
Caught high
Wordplay on the tip
40 ounces and I'm lit
Caught high
Bang
Forty miles out of East Illinois
For my old man's heart attack
I believed you were crazy
You believed you love me
I don't wanna bark here anymore
goes
I smacked a 40 out of a young man's hand
I smacked a 40 ounce, out of a young man's hand
And fed him lessons of life to formulate a plan
I wore
Luxury liner forty tons of steel if I don't find my baby now
I guess I never will
I've been a lost soul for a long long time
I've been around
a mighty big number
With a forty five
Lawd, lawd
With a forty five
Well then they take old Lazarus
Yes they laid him on the commissary gallery
Well
Forty-seven dead beats living in the back street
North east west south all in the same house
Sitting in a back room waiting for the big boom
I'm
Forty seven dead beats living in the back street
North east west south all in the same house
Sitting in a back room waiting for the big boom
I'm
all by himself
Only Noah saw it comin'
Forty days and forty nights
Took his sons and daughters with him
Yeah, they were the Israelites!
All you
watching you now
Like I did
Forty-eight hours pass
And I'm longing to stay
Forty-eight hours pass
And watching you, watching you
Is ages away
We in the seven forty five just rollin'
I see some okay chicks over my shoulder
They wanna know, they wanna know
What's up girl? What we doin'
you, you, you, you, you, you, you)
For no one else will do
But you, with your 39-21-40 shape,
Yes, you got me going ape-ity-ape over you
(You, you,
Watching L.A. Law
Here's to drum machines
Stonewashed jeans
Credit cards, fax machines
Big bow-headed chicks and frat guys
Wearing forty dollar tie-dyed
Been forty days since I don't know when
I just saw her with my best friend
Do you know what I mean?
Do you know, know what I mean?
I just saw
is flag-up
What that mean, I can't ride?
Why G's up in my face, I'm bout to help them ride
I keep a low pro, drink the 4-0
And lounge until it's time
It's a Black Sunday
Yeah, remember losing a loved one, lord help us to make it over
Delete the pork, the cigarettes and forty-nine cent soda
We came
what's about to happen, you might as well get zooted
I heard that ignorance is bliss, so I guess you're all blistered
The wrong move is made, like 40's in
flipping the scripts, ripping through hoods coming equipped
Lifts out of my lyrics sippin forties in a whip
Organized, rise raise up the level surprise!
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