Lyrics:
with me as I take you through this nifty little place
That I once used to call home sweet home
Come on, let's go back
Follow the yellow brick road
goes down?
What y'all gonna do? (Be real about it)
Communication breakdown it's a take down
Are you awake now or consumed
By a fake clown?
World Wide
Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can
Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out
Cut the J anyway it come nigga, section 8
See we straight, how much money I make
This block [?]
without it
Then I'm gonna take a 3 beat pause and come back
Proving you nonbelievers that doubted
That this shit isn't a drug at all
It's the fucking
to take a look at my life
Come peek in it
These niggas wanna ball, I'm P miller (Haha)
Three pigeons drivin' 'em home, we driven
If I don't get 'em back
Have more chickas by my side as Rockefeller billion dollars
So if you like my style, the t-shirt and blue jeans
Airforce one on the feet are the shoes
on back
Won't you please come home to me
Oh, St Louis woman won't you please come home
Blues, blues, blues
I got the blues, I got the blues, I got
Let's imagine you're master of all you survey
And let's imagine the time has come to replace the ancestral transport
Now, this means you're going
helping ppl fate
If they can't afford it throw sum extra ona plate
If they hunted by the blue free tuition to a state school
Need tha reparations
that
elevate
I’ll come by and we’ll get high
Like two birds on a date
I’ve been smoking wax since eight
Bought an eight of concentrates
Took a hit to the face
elevate
I’ll come by and we’ll get high
Like two birds on a date
I’ve been smoking wax since eight
Bought an eight of concentrates
Took a hit to the face
whacked by the Mystery Man
Bro got Scooby snacks out the Myster Van
If my brudda attack that’s a 50 in hand
Heard he got em strap come get with me let’s
whacked by the Mystery Man
Bro got Scooby snacks out the Myster Van
If my brudda attack that’s a 50 in hand
Heard he got em strap come get with me let’s
got drip for days come get you a Taste
If you ain't talkin cash
Get the fuck out my face
If you ain't chasing M's
Get the fuck out the way
Extendo my
get caught ina jam (jam)
But if you say you want smoke
Them I’m hitting da gas (gas)
Spin in yo section
Put dat iron on yo ass (Grrrrrow)
Glock wit
to killah, hard to killah.
S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah.
Blah! These mutha phuckaz nutz if you want to murder me,
Diamonds
Represent for my peoples
Word up, kid
Tony Starks
Universal frontier
Original bloodclaat bad boys
Who come to get you, none, they want guns
Diamonds
Represent for my peoples
Word up, kid
Tony Starks
Universal frontier
Original bloodclaat bad boys
Who come to get you, none, they want guns
pickin' me and Mariah wasn't pickin' you
So the cannons is blam-blammin' and if it jam then I unjam it
And wipe down my stripper pole with the hair grease
on the right, standing on the eject
Wearin' light blue Pumas, a whole lotta gold
And jams like these keep me in control
I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you
by the name of Gas
These brothers made you get loose
They was down with a brother called Cousin Bruce
They used to jam in the center
You had to pay
away like we not on the map
Wait, have you heard the latest, they saying you gotta have paper if you trying to come back
Niggas thinking it's a wrap,
the morning and you're feelin' blue
Because Vicki is gone and your money is too
She's more sinister than Peter Lorre
And this is just two of 8
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