Lyrics:
bedside
Now it's in your dresser with the socks you don't like
And I'm rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
With my brothers like it's Jonas, Jonas
Drinkin'
Of a brother who was way too cold
Just like snow
And it's plain to see that he can't fold
Way too cold
And the people say I'm way too
Feeling like Frozone
day we was lit fuck corona Mayday you get hit cross that corner
Do a hit by myself ima loner
Play around you get parked dats crotona
Together brothers
em fold yeah put it on the table no coaster
Pull up with my brothers like Jonas, fatalities on the opponents
VA putting you to shame, VA putting you
I got something for you, bubblegum rappers
You mumble niggas, fight the sea, you can't handle
A Real MC
I got something for you, bubblegum rappers
thought that it was funny
But who's the dummy, 'cause, now you done lost the hustler
A down-ass brother done been replaced by a buster
And though I got
the ghetto
But you can't take the getto out the nigga
Ain't nothing changed since the 70's
I'm hellbound nigga, my life ain't never been heavenly
Never
please nigga
Here we go - Just Blaze!
To all my niggas on the porch gettin they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch
And I can't forget, my niggas ridin
Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, up jumps da boogie
Up jumps da boogie
Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
know that he hold heat
I can tell that you ain't never listened to your OGs
For guidance , I can tell by how you movin' that you so weak
So sleep, so
The socks you don't like
And I'm rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
With my brothers like it's Jonas, Jonas
Drinkin' Henny and I'm tryna forget
But I can
seen my uncle get hit it was complete tears
I been on my hustle on my grind trying ball like I’m Kobe
Know my brothers got my back but I can rock by my
brother less’ my mother know the nigga name
Said he was solid then next thing you know the nigga changed
And I can’t believe I bought it, wide awoke they
envision how thugstas play
Can you handle the vibe
[Krayzie]
Pedal to the medal we see blue light
[Bizzy]
They wanted to get RIP fuckin wit my sawed-off
better not dip, run
We having the fun
Good Canadian Hard
Candidate dang
You got a name
You can do solo
And so could the chain gain
Preach it
I could not
that you slip you'll be dead on the strip
Back in the street posting heat holding happen to keep dro in the pea coat
Passenger seats open but keep
wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) [Repeat: x3]
I'll wet who you want wetted, you wet who I want wetted
Any
wetted
Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) * 3X *
I'll wet who you want wetted, you wet who I want wetted
Any nigga can get it
You say you got
thought that it was funny
But who's the dummy, 'cause, now you done lost the hustler
A down-ass brother done been replaced by a buster
And though I got
And a few months before June
It was just me and my mother
With you, your mum and your brother
This was the first time
We came across one another
Something was
money
Remember
On the air with them grams in my hand
Imma man took a stand never
Stand on the stare
Want green? got peas you can handle em for me
Probably
Brother you're a cheapshot artist
You take whatever you can get as quick as you want
You were never in my corner
You were always on the outside
Waiting for
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
Not my fault
Should of never took the drugs
If u can't handle them
Can't handle the fact that all my friends use them
Isn't that what you said
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