Lyrics:
up, take me with you
This planet's fucking weird and it's time for something new
Where have all the humans gone?
Lights that flash across my lawn
downfall
You just wanna try to make me bleed
You just wanna cut me crazy deep
You gon' need to find a sharper scalpel
Everybody needs to back up please
tell me do you want this night (Yeah)
You could get this pipe (Right)
I'll put it down on you (Okay)
Fuck it up real nice (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bad girl,
back up quickly
Your style is sickly, but you persist to get me
Or outwit me with the style that I created
Years ago when you was doin' a dollar
ways something I'll never be
Oh boy I'm a killer (What's up Cam) I say hey ma and women come home with me
Cause crime pays
I grab the forty for my gang
ways something I'll never be
Oh boy I'm a killer (What's up Cam) I say hey ma and women come home with me
Cause crime pays
I grab the forty for my gang
cash for eighty seven
Some did it got paid, some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
Go by, and why, cause they
Bus driver, this here gal refused to give me her seat!
Everybody, huh, yeah
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, now
Uh, yeah, yo
What up my people equal? This be
me, Jack, you're sadly mistaken
A lot of record labels been trying to get the bacon
By making a brother into something he is not
And you're better off
and suddenly something clicked
When no one showed up to your birthday, I guess that left ya licked
Why you got to be so judgemental
Drive me round the bend in
christ
All my apologize
Am living by the vice
Let me some time to be nice hey
Sorry jesus christ
All my apologize
Am living by the vice
Let me some time
This last joint we gon' call Conversations
Original produced by DJ Pain, big up bro
So when I sat down to write this joint
I thought about all
Uh
Right
Kazie Man
I got KP with me
Cruisin'
Look
I been all around town trying to get a bag
Niggas ain't hustlers, niggas is broke and sad
This shit
a better zone
With the mandem lighting up a cheddar cone
I learnt the hard way it's better to be left alone
My mum proved me wrong my friends started
Slide for the night
Yea
I ain't sayin it twice
All I want is your love for the night
I'm just tryna be nice
With Majestic in your life
You know we
finished my cup now I'm headed to the bar
Let me get a refill I'm aiming high as a star
Anything with patron and I should be straight
Now my homies all
fucks children
With his brother Tito and Liza
Minelli in a building a-B-C easy like 1-2-3
Plastic surgery, what has it done to me?
Like dead-alive, your
later on, see what's up
Talking to shorty made me wanna do something nice
Looking at that ass made me wanna do something tonight
And I know right when
to see me pull up in a lamb
Off the shit that i do with my pen
Making a jam
Opening feelings and letting my listeners in
Yeah
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
do a little something like this I say
[ Keith Murray ]
Yo, its the permanent chilla
Occasional illa, micaphone guerilla
Savage nigga chilla
Props
and you
I say yes yes yall
To the beat yall
Party having people guaranteed to be like having a ball
Hey hey hey
We gonna do a little something like
(yeah, you know me)
Who's down with O.P.P. (all the homies)
As for the ladies, O.P.P. means something gifted
The first two letters are the same but
(yeah, you know me)
Who's down with O.P.P. (all the homies)
As for the ladies, O.P.P. means something gifted
The first two letters are the same but
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