Lyrics:
should die before I wake I know my soul be free
Cuz I’ve been hoping by that time that you’ll come rescue me
Lost my little cousin to the weapons
One shot
till the sun down
Flip you out yo new socks
You can't run now
Feel like Boondocks
Huey giving smoke out
Soon as my mood swap
I gotta have a smoke out
from this side to that side
East side, West side, your side, my side
It's all about being funky man
Aiyyo give me that microphone
It's Heavy D
threesomes
Two orgasms are better than one
Pardon me i'm such a fiend
Used to be like Huey
Now i be like Riley
Got all this loud sitting in my pocket
But i
need some love in my life
Mommy, I could be the thug in your love
Play my part with the fifty fifty love in our life
By the way I'm Huey, I know how
the money's in good hands, huh
Four rings like LeBron tatted on my dashboard
Fly shit, clean body tatted by the passport, huh
What I rap for? To push
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
she got a nigga I say I don't follow rules
Had hodies coming by the twos when I was twenty two
Grew up to wife a lesbi now my hodies come in groups uh
I
history washin' in the Listerine
Seen the imagery through the eyes of Huey P
God bless my little G's, I christen thee
Try to feed a village with
rocking the microphone and she's calling me honey
Says I know what I want don't move with thugs
Well house parties hip hop and smoking drugs
my rep
Prepared to come off, in case of a diss
Not worried about a thing, 'cause we can do this
I can turn the party out just by standing still
my rep
Prepared to come off, in case of a diss
Not worried about a thing, 'cause we can do this
I can turn the party out just by standing still
my big black boots.
Living off the earth eating herbs and fruits.
The children await me by the mountain in the river.
And gather round the fire for
Microphone stages
The lights in the action
They like what I say
Yea they like when we blacking out
Get a kick out of it
Yea I sholl do
So what
before the microphone test
Let you face that type of faith, institutional opposition
Then with all due respect, you are not my competition
Nah
Packing this third eye, pursue a Cyclops
They trade in they high tops for nice sized white rocks (excuse me)
Words in my right then pass my left ear
Your
and it won't stop
Cause I'm Too $hort baby on the microphone and I'm macking, bitch
Now back to the subject, my boy MC
Whatever you say, you can't
Red green and black stripes on my flag (The homeland)
Dipping in a black jag (Panther)
Huey Newton of my class (Top of that)
Bobby 'cealed under
opportunities
But it was also a lesson
A lesson of unity
Damn
Where do I start
2020
Played with our hearts
I really mean that shit
While I'm here praying
On my
baayma ma dem mangi on my way
Bo demul ma dem man are hustling day by day
Baayi ma dem baayma ma dem mangi on my way
Bo demul ma dem man are hustling day
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
You are African-American
And myself and my friends don't care for the company of African-Americans
Quite frankly, we're entertained by you
We're
Speaker pounding
I'm surrounded by the sounding
Call my hounds cause they down And we clowning on the town Party full of sinners
And they flashing
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