Lyrics:
live in California, drive a drop top
Roll by the beach, look at the freaks
jump in my car, I do it every week
DJ's who know call me Mister Short
All
damn
They in love with the crew, fam
These two freak hoes wanna lick it up
Tell them drop down low then pick it up
Slow it down then speed it up
Clap
a tree of life to those who take hold of her;
those who hold her fast will be blessed.
19 By wisdom the Lord laid the earth’s foundations,
by
style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini,
It aint all about the money*
[Verse 1]
When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs,
my way, take a boat from the river and I'd bury the old man.
I'd bury him at sea.
Blessed are the poor, for they shall inherit the earth.
Better
of dirt
You can tell by the way that we live
Onjogeza otya kumakya
Nga omanyi sinalya
Want to see me turn on your screen
Like 1,2,3
Count with me yeah we
[Intro]
One, two, Bone is coming for you
Three, four, better lock the doors
Five, six, better load your clips
Seven, eight, we're gonna test your
a bad word, I'm raising knives and illin
Doing my people favors and savin lives by killin
Consider me hero, my body resume is jam pack
Startin a war, you
My brudda don’t shout so loud.
Makes me think you got no clout.
The meek shall inherit the Earth
If that’s the case, then I’mma make my mum and daddy
new
Go keep being the best of me
Mission in the recipe
Controlling my destiny
Never snooze
Catch me with the crew too
Rapping out in Bufu cuz you can't
It was always me versus the world
Until I found it's me versus me
Why, why, why, why?
Why, why, why, why?
Just remember what happens on earth
have had here; for those
Fortunate enough to feel this; blessed number one, ichiban,
Numero uno crew; track runner, stun gunner, plus vocal.
Freak
weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya
One twos we oughta cruise right by the state troopers
When I'm drinkin' Cristal, start thinkin' 'bout Al
mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the money
When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still
of the hinge
Grab the VP by the post office assistant with tints
Hit ya head of promotion with a fist of the chins
There's a crew of hungry niggaz sellin clips
to East Greenwich through
Every state with a sentence
Frozen weight in the cooter
Ten plates to soup ya
1 2's we oughta cruise right
By the state troopers
thought at night that comforts me is starving whoever's hunting me
Shit, lucky me, to be rich in a world where nothing's free
And separated from hell by
the sun
Come on, we'll introduce you
And name them one by one
Mercury, Venus, Earth and Mars
Jupiter, Saturn
Uranus, Neptune
Mercury, Venus, Earth
don’t see it
So shut up and listen ‘cause I ain't gon’ repeat it
I'm the beast, I'm the freak, I'm the A in the crew
Sneezing niggas busy catching
do, you
Grab her by her neck, throw her on the wall
Say, "Bitch don't ever disrespect me, never not at all"
These simple words can put a pause
base
Anytime and place
What? Like Janet, I slam kids
Harder than Sha-quille O'neal down to the masses
I take crews back to, um, hiphop classes
Because
inherit
The Earth is the Lord's
You're the joint heir believe it
Recently the love I have for You has been increasing
I've been spending time in Your word,
honour his word then who's spiteless?
If you could two-time us why should we move righteous?
We could improve lives by supplying these new vices
And cite
the joint, boom
Yo, I got a crazy idea how to do Clarks now
Check it out, boom, this is how you freak 'em, boom
You go get, you go get the cream joints
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