Lyrics:
on the top of the basement
I could get yo ass done titties and a face lift
Birds eye condo yea that bitch is spacious
Knocking doors down and exchanging fuck
Countin' the rolls
Scissor the doors
Baby, where you from? Aye
Let it out, it's in yo lungs, aye
We get hella racks, she say, "You fire"
Baby, I
by miles and inclinations, now we're heading down to New Orleans to dig Old Bull Lee and ain't that going to be kicks-
and listen will you to this old
that white girl, Dolly Parton,
My crib in the sky, ain't worried bout no drive-bys,
I'm the biggest inspiration in these niggas eyes,
I'm too high and I
of the basement
I could get yo ass done titties and a face lift
Birds eye condo yea that bitch is spacious
Knocking doors down and exchanging fuck faces
Big
sumin')
If 2Pac was here, he would coach me
Real nigga rockin' a Rollie
This for C Murder in Angola (This for C man)
I slept by him every night (We was
[kim]
Look before you leap, okay?
Do you read me?
May all your dreams come true
He's standing by the door
He's got something in his hands
All
off the chain
I locked my door real good with a chair
Don't go into that barn, yea
I said: don't go into that barn, yea
Everett Lee broke loose
you betta do the right thing like Spike Lee
Yep I'm superclean rock jeans wit a white tee
Niggaz round here soft but like niggaz want to fight me
If
And the wolves yelled (oww) with 6 x 9's rockin
I remember the doors, I remember live aid
And I remember every year jerry lewis god paid
I remember shit live
[kim]
Look before you leap, okay?
Do you read me?
May all your dreams come true
He's standing by the door
He's got something in his hands
All
heads crawlin, too many creeps (crouchin)
And when I slide by, I glide by
Easy, pa, this ain't no drive-by
So relax the lines in your face
Ease your hands
Del Amo, my mama still stay off Anna Lee
Carson across my belly, I prove you lost already
Roccett my big brother, Bishop let the door crack
Game took me
they talkin' 'bout man, okay
I'm comin' straight up outta that chat room, and live from the message board
I'm at the crib all by myself, chattin'
me
I’m half man half amazing
Rest In Peace to the great Stan lee
Woah man you killing it
Jheez I know they feeling it
Who’s shorty is this cause
Woah I
Same bars by the show, you know
One show, what you get for a tar, you know
You want my face on the wall you know
Fuck niggas' motive was my motivation
you betta do the right thing like Spike Lee
Yep I'm superclean rock jeans wit a white tee
Niggaz round here soft but like niggaz want to fight me
If
was explainin how you was waitin, for somethin amazin
Like when it come out you out the door racin to the store (*zoom*)
It took a lot
caught up with me
You shoulda locked the door, and thrown away the key
Cause I'm berry the bandit
I'm very ill-managed
I'm chaos incarnate and I've never
Sitting back, take a swig of this rum
Inspired by the vibrations from the kick of this drum
My mind makes me revisit the slums
I come from where
Slam the door, I'm up sky high, like a UFO
I'm not beefing with these pussy niggas, I know niggas broke
I got snow bunnies on my line, she say she
Bruce Lee flow like the watuh mista miagi drinkin, at the door I'll knock
S'me heisenberg, don't go off jis cuz y'didn't like ha I talk
New highs are
easy to be
And by be I mean present
Yeah I sped it I said it
When one of me is one too many
And barely making Sara Lee
I'm reckless at a daring feet
Down
Brass Section by Will Allen for TheBrass Productions (Courtesy of Fiverr) Recorded in New Jersey United.
Bass Guitar by Lee Ferguson (Courtesy of Fiverr)
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