Lyrics:
and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate
One, two, three, four
Grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on Goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old
Arizona flow still down for mo
When I'm smashing bricks im in the zone
It's hot as hell but we call it home
Out the door hoppin' in da whip
Keyless entry
3 days 3 nights 只有一晚在家里住
step by step 是不会停下的脚步
我们不是在party就是在party的路
Hotstore store knock dat door
烧酒 啤酒 别喝太多
Pop pop party all night long
扑克 筹码 端上牌桌
in a half-court 3 vs 3 we oldheads
Made of some runny-nosed kids
A shambles, and the 61-year-old
After flipping a reverse lay-up off a back door cut
down with the fly guy
Look me in the face,like you're strong when you walk by
And all you punk niggers talking shit
Step to the side,bow your head like
"Alright, cool, Jay"
But I gotta be at work by 3, it's midday
I can't go in smelling like weed, he said
"Okay" stop by the cheap tobacco store
Two swishers
o'clock two o'clock three o'clock four
Life only begins when I step out the doors
I need to hold up
This stress is fucking me a whole lot
Two o'clock three
and bust it down to the ground!
Open the door, Richard!
But I hate to be caught out on the street like this cause I got class I ain't never used yet.
But
alone
Fuck everyone else, I'mma party by myself.
Do this shit all night, I don't need nobody else
Fuck everyone else, I'mma party by myself.
Higher than
spinning
I've been tripping since like 3am, I'm still winning
Am I still winning? Yeah
Am I still winning? I got my foot in the door, bitch
I put my foot in
(Do or Die)
ew weee them niggas down there tip
dam man they holding down there
who the fuck is that man lets walk down here and see who this
be that Henny, admired by many
But when that Dussè lit, I do say plenty that be deadly
"Kick down the door ways to, the top floor
All you heard was
Down South huster slangin' on dat corner stackin' dividends
Fuckin' over fiends cause my ghat is my only friend
And won't hesitate to use my
mare
If you see me go by, put up a prayer"
Well, they rode all night, and they rode all day
Eastward, long down the broad highway
His spirit was tired
the cybernetic cascade
Blade Runner walks, with shadows by his side,
In the neon city, where illusions hide
Verse 3
Through the smog and haze, he tracks his prey,
said that don't confront me
Long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent
And out the door I went
So I go down
that don't concern me
Long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent
And out the door I went
So I go down
Now by this time I'm plenty high,
You know when your mouth a-getting dry you're plenty high
Looked down the bar I say to my bartender
I said "Look
said that don't confront me
Long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent
And out the door I went
So I go down
the game you better ask somebody
I got pimp blood which is pumped by the beat
I drop this funk which is bumped by the streets
I been around the hood three
down, get flow,
To this anomalous beat, dance (dance)
Dance 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
Swing 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
Dance 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
Swing 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
Move feet,
Show her love with a dub, and them niggas hatin' 'cause I...
[Chorus] - 2X
[Verse 3]
Smoke by myself, drink byself
Poke by myself, cause I was born by
wey, vámonos
Five and four, and three, and two, and one
And we smash through the door with the quickness up
Looking for the crop, and I heard you
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