Lyrics:
nigga I gets respect
And youse a nigga that can't even get no props in your set
Tragniew Park you say huh
Wanna be rippin', but now it's time to do some
I was guided by the sound by the sound
Cuatro paredes un reloj Yo tengo el control
Naomi BG Funk, J Yancy como no
Cierro los ojos y estás tu, Mi
last
night, mmm, you actin' like you can't call me no more cause you busy and all
that, but you tryina tell me it wasn't good?
That shit is real
I come through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by, back open pumpin How High (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that
"Alright now, here we go"
Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? I smoke a blunt
And freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers
put our own cellphone
With our own bread
Young nigga but I move like a old head
Stood tall through the funk
Never folded or rat
Cried peace kept
Whitness as we creep to alow speed
Peep what a ho need
Puff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' Hotchkiss with a passion
Been a long day in
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
against your will
By a guy named Marcus
Body Harvest
No body wants this
All your organs being sold
At your local market
Body Harvest
No body wants this
spider sense is kinda tense
Barley sneakin' by the rent
Check to cheque get no respect
The greener grass is behind the fence
Sometimes, Im like
Fuck where
An emotion from the lightheaded
But still up high no I never forget it
See it always worked by the planes and limos
Behind the scenes checking close in
no pain no gain,badd boys are back again
With a dope fly syle as we comply
To da number one hit mission, no competition
Why.?! Coz the Gz are versatile
The fish who keeps on swimming.
Is the first to chill upstream.
I want your fish right by me.
That's how it has to be.
The songs I sing they
counting blood money
That I rob from your man in the land of milk and honey
You can't do me none son when I smoke my Meth
I feel no pain, no death, so
and give me (off and give me)
Just one last time (just one last time)
To say this talking (to say this talking)
By taking mine (by taking mine)
Load up them
microphone on
then blow on to make sure, the sound is strong!
So y'all get up, keep your head up, and then gear up
Heav' is in the funk, the Boyz in
"Ka-ka-ka-ka"
I be the Funk Doctor Spock, originator of wreck shop
The type brotha to give your stolen car a test drive
So hold your brown sugar, because
no analog
Turn the corner and raise the front
My music is hella loud, so is this blunt
Unadulterated funk, baby
With four fifteens up in the trunk,
4, 3, 2, 1
[redman] hahh [method] hah
[method] yeah [redman] yeahhh
[ll cool j] make it butter
[redman] I'm gonna bankhead bounce!
[ll cool j] no
hot
If you're not original rockers you will get shot
Down by the kids neglectin' your art, the stuff you did
Eventually it get so bad puts you to bed
hot
If you're not original rockers you will get shot
Down by the kids neglectin' your art, the stuff you did
Eventually it get so bad puts you to bed
down lower East Side with my niggas)
(I have no idea where I was)
(I was on my way to a family reunion)
(In a car on the Long Island expressway headed
My momma always told me it was gonna be days like this [like this]
[Woodie]
I live a lifestyle, covered up by dark clouds
Dealin' with these suckas,
by having people hear our song
They try to say that we can't play but they don't know what music is
And when they speak and criticize all I hear is
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