Lyrics:
the parking lot we were tryna hot box
Tell the rent a cop to go and kick some rocks bruh
Yes I am the alleycat I got the habit for sniffing out rats
We can get
be a lifeless corpse and truly
All i wanna do is hang with and by the
Broke and I joke expensive
Hope that I took some dope when I wrote this
steppin?
They couldn't convit you if they couldn't find the murder weapon
A stolen car, plus the music is gone
Dark black 'Lac tight white interior, car
Trouble done sewed up the tracks
Bitches not playing like they win or get smacked
By some young niggas that's down to break a bitch
The Nickel Nut
no more
I got my boots I kick until I get with
Adapt and overcome, oh hum hum
Go get my gun, load up for fun, and put down with the frown
What goes
you trying kick some dust up
America's always been known for blaming us niggas for they fuck-ups
And we were always considered evil
Now they trying
off, dust you off yo loss
Mixed vegetables and it’s hooded by the carrots
Halloween tricks and I’m not treating on that bitch
Niggas be Nintendo do so I
the sun hits my eye
I rev the engine kick the car into drive
Just got just go just go just go-ho
Sometimes I feel that I awake up in a haze
Where am I at,
Trunk full of sneakers every hour I change kicks
You talking money, speaking my language
Super freaks in my condo
I'm Rick James bitch
Computer geeks send
shit in my life no more
Shows over there won't be an encore
I told her get lost (huh, yeah)
Go kick rocks (ah, ah, ah, ah)
I need no more that energy
to riches
And I'm finally committed
To dis rap shit so fuck dese bitches
Trynna get me a ticket
Never played soccer think I should
By da way dat I kick shit
the states of Michigan and California
Will conduct the executions behind prison walls
The 3 prisoners are set to be executed by 3 separate methods
Electric
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you
I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
for to kick the dust
And drink the king's health in the morning
From a soldier he leads a very fine life
He always is blessed with a charming young
some blue Allstars
Passin by on them thang, it's a brown MC
Niggaz goin buffin DPG (Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound)
Niggaz mad Dogg bumpin a bank account
let no man curse
Or one of us will leave here tonight in a hearse
For we'll be tried by 12
And fertilizing daisies
Crying mommas and cousins
let no man curse
Or one of us will leave here tonight in a hearse
For we'll be tried by 12
And fertilizing daisies
Crying mommas and cousins
known to make the microphone sizzle
Too many women after the Mack
I'm ma just kick one (What's Up)
We smash in my momma 'lac
Accurate with a maculate
Slowly I turn, step by step
Through the backwindow, I crept
Silent as a mouse on a set
While everybody in the house slept,
I disconnect the phones
The muthafucking villian to speak so kick it
The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust
So let weak muthafuckas turn to dust
If you're weak it ain't my fault
found, kick off the dust that lingers
Tell me why you’re running away from this
I don’t want you to miss
Every aspect of my heart I’m offering and I’ll
the kick truth treble
Electric hands on the mix board levels
And that's the plan so that when the dust settles
All that left are the snares and the pedal yo
Sitting out in the field at night
Somewhere where the rain don’t cry
And the dust we kick at night turns into gold
Memories keep on flashing by
Your
among the pines my friends
Where we learned to dance again
We kicked up our heels, kick off the dust
When we were done, there was nothing left
Alright,
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