Lyrics:
really wanted to I make money off them
Block in the morning on the move by ten
I write them hits in my head
Don't need no time for paper and pen
I sell my
The type of brother that will go
To ya album release party
Grab the mic and BOO you
Like how's how, F' how's how
I make a fool's do rag do not want to
Nephew
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate me, Chocolatate'
Take 'em and rock now play
Do the fuck
had to lose his hat
Ah smart nigga ain't finish School
But nigga
Good with math
His daddy on lock
Granny gon
Momma cracked out
The same crib he was
Yeah, uh
All the youngins in my hood popping percs now
Gettin' high they get by, it's gettin' worse now
You gotta tell 'em put them guns
the vogues
Hoes got no souls that be for flare without ya coat
Star sixty nine could get you whipped, uhh
Momma told you never mess with a, Southern
every dirty stone washed flag I fold
Cash registers pain in my sidewalk soul
I just sprang the lock on my daddy's old strong box
Found only the key and I
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
build a case
I'm high as fuck man inhalin' it beatin' on my chest like Tarzan
Hold it fo' ten
Five lucky to be alive
I only got one mo' album to do
my enemy
You have thought it was ten of me
On point like a widow peak
I deliberately give 'em dillies that
Do what it do
Painting a picture like
or jail so I got it out of state,
Came back home rental for the day,
Bat phone the gang, it's a major play awwww.
Daddy hit a lick, too legit to quit,
(Quincy tell 'em)
Everybody's asking, "When the album's coming out?
What you rapping 'bout? What's the album called?
Who you got on there? What
myself I would never let go
Only thing that I would never let go
X4 I promise my God that I'm keepin my soul
X2 Back then
I was tired of trying
But
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine
Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]
Now
[Chorus: x4]
Diddley, diddley, diddley, diddley, daddy
Well I got a baby whose oh so pretty
Found her right here in this knock dead city
Saw
[Chorus: x4]
Diddley, diddley, diddley, diddley, daddy
Well I got a baby whose oh so pretty
Found her right here in this knock dead city
Saw
inspected, now we arrested
Attention directed to contents of our intestines
Urinalysis followed by X-rays
Interrogated and detained 'til damn near the next
more Batimore Charli
Marley Marl'n she call me Big Daddy Kane I'm sayin
My Soul of Mischief all over tryna be DJ MuggeRudd Casanova
Furious Fab Five
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
Grab a hold of yourself, open your eyes
Get wise to the exercise
Being taught by the teacher that's most dominant
You need knowledge?
Well I'm
I cry when I listen to your album
With a heavy heart, and heavy soul
It reminds that at times we all get lonesome
We don't know where we want to go
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