Lyrics:
the mike
Don't give a fuck, cause bounce all night
[Chorus (2X)]
[Gangsta T]
Pull me out to the ballin, and watch em get served
Bouncin in the U
powerdrive and pin them
I don't know where you think you're going
With them one, two likkle bars, deadout
Clash me, you'll get a par
You know my face, Jamie
like a coward
You'll end up yelling out loud
Hold back
You'll regret it someday
Choke on that
Don't let it pass you by
Hold back
You
new
It's been like that way before you was even born
Get up from the down stroke
Chocolate City for the black folks
Say it loud in ya hot pants
Then Pin Them
I Don't Know Where You Think
You're Going With Them One, two Likkle Bars
Deadout clash Me, You'll Get A Par
You Know Ma Face, Jamie
through hell
There comes a time when you've got to slow down
That's what we doing now, we
Chillin' on a dirt road
Laid back swervin' like I'm George
through hell
There comes a time when you've got to slow down
That's what we doing now, we
Chillin' on a dirt road
Laid back swervin' like I'm George
kicks off, I swear I'm gonna stand down, draw, step forth
You will get clipped down to Ross
If mans 'round your George, or Nan's house or aunt
It's
George Floyd
Say her name
Breonna Taylor
Hey Hey
(Hands up)
Ho Ho
(Don’t shoot)
These racist cops have got to go
(Hands up, Don’t shoot)
Hey Hey
supply of baking soda clientele
A Rollie watch, two pots and three scales (let's get it)
Can get 'bout fifty and a Hummer
The birds fly down south
I lived in a town way down south
By the name of Buffalo
Worked in the mill with the rest of the trash
As we're often called you know
You factory
Let me co
Let me co
Let me coach you
After you get it then we can go chill
It doesn’t always have to all about
Fame, money, girls and success
So tell
as shit
Aw yeah I'm back in this bitch
And you don't gotta like it but get off my dick
George Bush doesn't care about black people
2017 and Donald
faithfully
Gotta get it by any means
Row my boat down any stream
So just let a man chase a dream
Just let a man chase a dream
But why so serious
Your friends
"shoot" quick right as the song
Danny and the Juniors set a shoot stuck 'em down in the bloot, spoot,
fruit, toot
O.k. let's get ready
Let's dub,
got a couple of hunnids
Don't get me wrong he took a couple of loses
Double or nothing
They lose your whole pay check
It like you working for
the subway is the underground railroad
lynch trees have the same white limbs
check out my arms, I look just like him
Verse 2 (Catch)
Let's you and I get
Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie, to the bang-bang boogie
Let's rock, you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body
move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia)
They tell you what they want
Show you what they want you to see
But they don't let you know
What's really
a bunch of bull biiiip.
Softer George it's more effective.
I think that a bunch of bull biiiip.
You now what? I don't care who we offend,
I'm gonna sing
oh
You been saying all night long
That you couldn't wait to get me home alone
What you gon' do to me
Don't talk about it, be about it
Let me
come and set it
The shit bang and leave you diabetic for paramedics
I spit flames and get dames to get change
With pit bull bark and lock the shock
Don't
here ha!
Doin' it to the max
Slick Brick! How's your loose booty?
Laughin' atcha let me tighten it up
Get it on yeah
Everybody funking and don't know
don't get you
Better pray to God that he don't get you
Better pray to God that he don't get you
Better pray to God that he don't get you (Our Father)
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