Lyrics:
remember all those things I like
Mum's apple crumble DVDs then sneak out smoke some shitty weed
I know
Today things just don't taste the same
As they did
Yeah, a lot changed since the first Coke Boy album
But then again, not too much
Girls still out here poppin' their boxes
Kids out here smokin'
Pause the world for a moment
Enjoy my time with you
Only you know
Only you understand
Boy you bring out the best in me
And I’m a part of you
We were
you out that pack like I'm Ruben Studdard
Sniper like a quarterback, he shoot flea flickers
Don't worry about ducking when in traffic, boy, these heat
Linford Christie
Then if I see a fence I'm a hurdler
Jump in your back garden like a burglar
And boy better know the
Difference between sending
For the 9
've been feeling
High sister, you're the high sister
I saw you today, you were like snow
Every colour of you fall out step out
Every colour of you fall
done now
If do lie about the really funky shit I've gone by
But no boy I've gotta watch out
Sorrow is gonna make me fall in love with a porn star
Gotta
You know how I always wanted to do this shit
Hot 97, you know how we rockin'
Shout out my nigga True Life
I'm in the buildin', you heard?
You know what
time you out the hood
That's good now stay on the grind
Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
These days
'll take the L
And with that I strolled out of the car boot sale
Will I pay for my crimes, only time will tell
In the mean time, the pug punisher prevails
the fuck you spill lean on a BB Simon?
A real dope boy don't do consignments
Ten times out of ten, I'm bound to rob 'em
They say "Pap act like he
Got
(woo)
Big boy, big boy, yeah, narcotics (narcotics)
Pour me a drink and it's toxic (drank)
New York drippin', it's straight out the faucet (drip)
Pour
She just want the money she don't wanna fall in love
I just keep my dreams i ain't ever givin up
Ima be alone all this love is gettin rough
If i
Fly-By-The-Seat-Of-His-Pants parasail
Fall, hit the trampoline, bounce and grab a pair of stilts
And I ain't wearin' zilch, zip, zero, nothing, no, nada
Like your father
here Jonny (uh huh)
It's your boy Lil' Jon checkin' it (yea yeah)
And first-off (whaddup?)
I let my nigga Dirrty Mouth holla atchu.
We can take
out
All of the time in this life
Can't loose the ties that bind
They shackle our feet, we trip, we fall
We crawl
I was born in the mess of it all
always be the only boy
Who wanted me the way that I am
(Turn around) every now and then I know there's no one in the universe
As magical and wondrous
I'm tryna get at
Niggas cuffin' these hoes that the crew done been had
Get them racks out the bank, put it right in the bag
Say he wouldn't do that,
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
the homies right now
And momma used to say
One day, it's gon' burn you out
One day, it's gon' burn you out, out
One day, it's gon' burn you out
One day,
shots, I ain't mean to hit him
Still on hop out right, they get him
bruh had clicked up bad with the other side
I guess he dying with him
Scratch him up,
for my homies, Pat and DJ Screw
R.I.P. dawg cause I really miss you
Boy I'ma stay true, until the day I fall
East coast and West coast, this is how we
a few rounds
And been out on the town way out on the town
Way way way out If It All Falls Down
Never wanted to be
A part of history
I have my
again I prove that
Any radio show, any DVD, any stage show man
Put me up against gimmicks
Sound effects or skippy flow man
Don’t think that you’re cold
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