Lyrics:
an onion, tryna get a blocker
Take off like a rocket, mm
Take off like a rocket, mm
I don't do much, I just stack it on up
Tell the packers, "All love",
What can I say to you?
Butter engines packer swallow piston in you shatter inches bell
Blood or glass eruption it embarrassed of the seven druids
blazers and green bowl packers
If Mary Jane is in the house then I'm gon' mack her
(high lights, high lights)
This is dedicated to everybody in the world
She caressed me, with fingertips soft as velvet
Dying for me to packer, as she stroked my helmet
And I was thinking these girls was saints
But it
like flat backers I'm a Cadillac'er
On parole well I'm a pistol packer, drugs sold, powder jacker
Get with me if she a money stacker, bitch around me
[Verse 1 - David Banner]
The cracker smacker, the heat packer, the car-jacker
The if you don't come off ya shit, then click-clack and blaka-blaka
know we had
Yea cheese, say cheese
Camera flash off the ice bright
Flashing em mama factoring
Bum rush the door
Yea we gon' Green Bay Packer em
Never
The Pyrex, the up in the five, live as Twister
Blunt rolling, only a robe on, some whiskers
Knee slapper, the gat packer, blackjacker
Extortionist, friendly
the crackers
The niggas, the metal-packers
The victims of ghetto factories
I do it for the families, citizens of humanity
Emcee's, endangered species like
rhymin'-back, actin' a motherfucking fool
Four-four packers, my jackets ?hittin the tag? saggin, baggin
Foot on my rag, mess up a bag, leavin my enemies in
the fee before you ask me to perform
July 26th, that's the day a star was born
It's the arena packer, way back when I used to pree Natascha
Ask facts,
Brains left in particles, fragments and fractions
Grimm, the money stacker, heat packer
I'm lurkin, I'm waitin, attackin like a linebacker
Fuck what you
niggas is actors
And I'm not a rapper, bitch, I am a splasher
Thousand P's comin' in on a tractor
Got cheese on my head like a Packer, ooh
Make that
don’t call me a cheese head
I’m packing like a packer
When it comes to cheese bread
I said I need money
I got to keep that bread close
Bread dough,
the fucks with flak jackets
Jack of all trade
Embargos, faded like '88 Kane fashion
I'm back like packers
Mongoloid melody tracked backwards, broken into
Packers
24-7, all night, like 7-11
And when I die I don't know if I'll ever see heaven
Now I done seen sinners, sold coke to beginners
And blowed
self, the rule is to stay strapped
'Cause rat packers try to jack that ass
From the jealousy that's built in the streets when you stack cash
motherfucker
[Verse Two- Roscoe]
Young whippersnapper, dippin in my Acura
For the young pistol packers, clip-slapper, click-clacker
Chip-stacker,
Verse 1
{Wise Intelligent}
Some of dem Cave dwellers,
bomb mailers, and gun sellers,
the lie tellers cinderellas, and Goodfellas.
The gun packers
used to never drink, now I'm known to drink plenty
Cristal, Henny, Mo get me on the Remmy
Packers sent me dolo, but I order beef semi
Don't make me
gone
I'm never gang-related but dedicated to my niggas
My niggas be killers, drug-dealers and ho killers
Mackers in jackets, po' pimps, 9 packers
Wit Me?)
And all the pistol packers (Iz U Wit Me?)
I'm comin' to get ya, like the grim reaper
Ya soul's in the hole and ya only get deeper
Check it, I
I spit the shit to make you're motherfuckin' dome sweat
Queens-bred, no Packer but a cheese head
Fat ass, fucking pussy until she's dead
Suede
leaving, you know
How ?bout those Packers, think it?ll snow?
And the minute it?s over they?ll scatter like quail
Off down the freeway in the teeth
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