Lyrics:
outta sight?
Oh mama, she rolls, but she don't roll right
Play it organ, stud! Ho!
The floor is shakin' with the juke box
And ev'rybody is singin'
(baby, baby)
Shot caller (that's right) ain't nobody this crazy (like me)
You a hater (you a hater) why you tryin' to play me (I don't think he know)
Fake
dynamite, full speed ahead, no turnpike
Who is bad like my name is Mike
Okay, I surrender, psych
Do the right thing like Spike Lee
Problem is, niggas still
the blunt
And pass the mic
It came from Lou so
You don't gotta think twice
Dadadadadada
Issa hell of a night
Era La Zeta
Right in your sector
Numero Dios
No
like wow you gunna give it up
She like yeah I'm kinda
Busy Ima hang it up
Better treat her right
I no play with you
If I see her
Hey
Ima take your boo
like a ground out
Catch me posted on the corned like a time out
Play the game by the rules never foul out
Bunch of monsters with the gang lay something
like a ground out
Catch me posted on the corned like a time out
Play the game by the rules never foul out
Bunch of monsters with the gang lay something
Ain't nobody tryna rap or play me
I'll be at they crib wit a couple hammers and a black OAV
Black gon' pay me still get the smack on Baisly
'Cause I'm
Ferrari got the green
Smells caught in between, nigga doin his thing
What I'm sayin it's a hustler's pain
Bein rich by myself, it's a treacherous dream
think they want it
Sippin Coke and smokin hydroponic
Koke live by the kilo by the moment
Empty reload kill all my opponents
Find me choppin samples
Play
Of our Christmas wishes
Where's My List?
(Yo, it's right here)
(Northside Posse) oh, yes, yes
(Lou) funky Christmas
(Maurice, John and brother
all the lou
If they wanna come around hundred rounds we gon shoot
Get em bussin round the town I don't play by much rules
Anyone thinks that we playin
alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate me, Chocolatate'
Take 'em and rock now play
Do the fuck
things are wrong to say
Still I conjured up a album of songs to play
For the dark and alot of my loved ones are gone today, damn
I'm in a crossroad
I'm
in the band
A thousand dollar chances but I missed the golden hand
Throw your cards play pretend
Scratch a lotto win
Spicy cinnamon shake that thing
Marshall, sounds like an SOS
Holy wack unlyrical lyrics, Andre, you're fucking right
To the Rapmobile, let's go
(Marshall, Marshall)
Bitches
No such thing as innocent sin... and I know cause I’ve committed many
Convert my violence into extreme melodies, Maya Amano: I keep me a blicky
I
Stay chisel like a boxer, wife-beater by Fila
Lou Ferrigno Arnold Schwarzenegger type steelo
Stay chisel, check your paper nigga
Bring the bar
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Marshall, sounds like an SOS
Holy wack unlyrical lyrics, Andre, you're fucking right
To the Rapmobile, let's go
(Marshall, Marshall)
Bitches
what you say is all so right
But I find it hard to jog my memories
Don't worry Lou you may never get another chance yeah
Yes I think what you say is all
CD twice, they see me in the streets
They be like, "Yo he nice, but that's on the low though"
Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show
My history bruised by 400 years of slavery
Every day the tragedy resounds in the depths of my memory
Trough over the years I’ve learnt to speak
scared to live ya life
I just catch vibes and kick it like I was Lou Kane
She tellin me my life is turning to a movie
And I’m the reason that she get up
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