Lyrics:
usually late
Too fucked off my head
So im usually late
Coming out of the burbs
Livin' down by the bay
I be smoking and shit
Just to deal with the pain
driving by we walking up this bitch (skrrrr)
And my clip way bigger than yours
How you sliding?
Chops, glocks and extendos with the clips (uhhh)
Fuck
ain't for you
I got the crew rolling out yet again ain't for you (who?)
Knock, knock I'm banging down the door
But on the other side are the fakers
a crew, call it bad cult, yeah
I hid- hid that in a DVD case, yeah
I see a cop imma slow down, yeah
Wink in his face, imma ask if he want some
Sprinkle
And how I see myself for me like I don’t got a face
I can’t believe in no one else cause I don’t got no space
I barely be me by myself cause I don’t know my
stop my shine
I'm I.R.V.
Self appointed rep for the N.A.A.C.P.
You challenge me get K.O.'d
Now pick up ya face
You T.W.O. wit da flow
Now pick up ya pace
Smokin' too much, got my eyes lookin' Asian Come from the bottom like a fuckin' basement
Bust yo bitch down, gotta strap up the latex I'm movin' in silence,
A lonesome fear
A hungry face
A barren pain
A dream unchaste
Oh, I can't wait until the day
there's sunshine in their eyes
A prayer is heard
A lonesome fear
A hungry face
A barren pain
A dream unchaste
Oh, I can't wait until the day
there's sunshine in their eyes
A prayer is heard
drive off in a spree
See my face up on T.V.
On the News on channel 3
Make a movie DVD
Moving mountains can't you see
Pet the lion part the sea
Bet ya
to a mice, nigga
This shit right here
Turn a killer to a nice nigga
Cold cell, lock down like a vice gripper
Lead by my strategy
Winning I do sporadically
when I prowl 'cross a stage
And by real I mean I'm standing right here in your face
Down to Third Earth chyck in the place
Give you my all go
milling with the crowd
My tears are shed for freedom and equality of means
My blood and perspiration oil the gears of your machine"
Down the road again
8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches
The money that
Even down at my lowest I was still acting coo
Keep a smile on my face they don't what's going on with me
I don't ever ask for shit but one thing
with my goonies
Y'all niggas can't fool me
I'm running with cruelty
Stop
Slow it down
Y'all niggas is over now
How you gon compete with me when I son you
your black it's almost like having a gun pointed right at your face
You understand that
It's like this
Aye boy get ya hands off my plates
Put that hotdog
the water cause I'm not tryna drown
All these people in my way they keep on turning me down
I got nobody by my side nobody ever around
I keep on rolling
rolling up that grency, grency, fruity sack
I’m smoking by the corner store, I knock’em down like dominos
She see me making money, now you Shawty follow
Know How Sick Wit The Flow I Go Stroll Down The Yellow Brick Road With a toad rolling slow slowly rolling a goldy oldy like Em Dre Delivering Green To Me
Know How Sick Wit The Flow I Go Stroll Down The Yellow Brick Road With a toad rolling slow slowly rolling a goldy oldy like Em Dre Delivering Green To Me
top dick (dah)
Molly in my eye with my croc, bitch (croc)
I'ma crip walk (crip walk)
You'a face down (face down)
You'a bitch walk (bitch walk)
You'a
of slavery
All I really learned is all that suit and tie shit ain't for me
Nothing could stop me I'm talking break down, handbrake up
My face will hit
Shorty want to Ride
We can get low
Hop up in the chevy 4
Look shorty want to ride
Let your hair down
You said you want uh
In my 2 seaters
That's my
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