Lyrics:
huh every day motherfucking 4 20 you know what it is bish Every day 4 20 yeah live by it this motherfucking weed like the fountain of youth round this
murders by police
How is that allowed
Just look at the deceased
Hope it make you pout
Or shed a tear at least
But some are too proud
To leave behind
Ayo this is no lie
Me and my niggas gettin' high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
Ayo this is no lie
Me and my niggas
right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
Use me up if you think you can
I've been on the floor lookin' for a chair
I've been on a chair lookin'
very impressed by
The viscosity of the environment
In his new album, "New York, and why
I think it is bitchin" bob Garder
Disguised as an elderly surf
Written by bob welch.
Go on, you know you're only one
Set me free
You take me up and turn around
But let me in
Take this shadow from my eyes
While you telling this hoe gimmie kiss man
Yea know i keep nigga keep pissed off
And other nigga think he a big dawg
I was messing with chick he clicked
dawg
You would think I played with the pros
'cause all I do is ball
Ball, ball like my name
Was Welch or somethin' (Welch World)
Swimmin' in the money
Gossipin' 'bout some shit you don't know
Oh, you ho (yeah, yeah, yeah, fasho)
I hate it here, baby daddy still on my phone
I hate it here, askin' if I been
If he want to
If he want to fuck on hoes he
If he want to fuck on hoes he can
We ain't together
So what is you saying?
He think it's a game
We ain't
munchie, Welch's fruit snacks and Mrs. Fields
Wicked as Aleister Crowley do you niggas know the deal? (Son, do the drugs don't let the drugs do you
Tell me do you know a killer
When you look him in his eyes
If I tell you about my past
Then don't look like you surprised
Think I realized that my
ain't
Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue
And if I
love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
To the honies gettin'
understood finally
If you want to come and get it you know where to find me
'Cause I don't got no time for anyone who be tryin' me
Know if they don't
a Harlem nigga
So how the fuck is Shine bright when
This stupid nigga got rhymes like
You told John John "It's bets off
If you think that Don King"
Now that
the air
And if you listen with care
Then you will know
That we must stand as one
Or fall as many
And we must fight with knowledge
Wisdom and intelligence
and genteel
Who's Bob
That guy
Does he know how to buy you things you like
And why
Do you think that he will have your back for life
Well, oh my
Did he lie
Did
and genteel
Who's Bob
That guy
Does he know how to buy you things you like
And why
Do you think that he will have your back for life
Well, oh my
Did he lie
Did
talk about you
Wit' yo' little almond-shaped head ass
Who the fuck do you think this is?
I'll kick your ass, twice
Bob, if you're out there
Let me
how 'bout dat
How 'bout dat, look at me like "Bob
Why you stuntin' like that?"
Ahh, tell 'em blame it on the black Cadilac
I hop out that, haters, hop
graduation..
Ah yeaah?!! I'ts a ... it's a Fillmore, isn't it? Real futuristic, ah.. I dig the fins... listen: do you know how to get to the ah Hollywood Inn
toes and make her giddy up
Think I'm handsome pay my ransom this that get me up
If the police looking for me would you give me up (would you snitch)
I've
like we ain't know what it was
Lil' faggot, desperate, tryna re-establish a buzz
I know the shit is drivin' you crazy you wonderin' how
The streets
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