Lyrics:
Whether you like it or not,he's back
D-A-double D-why Fat Sacks
Ridin' in the Cadillac
Beatin' like some beat it up
The game dun' changed Out-
Kast
and want to take what's mine
'Cause I got an AK-47 shootin' trey-O times
You didn't think I'm willing to find a way to say
"Oh, my!" but check it out, though
it from behind
We can bump and grind all night 'till we reach a climax
Make sure you leave a phat sack for Brat
Till you come back for more
Six
a pumkin
Sack him in he's mouth know the nigga out
The take he's girl to the house and dig it out
BITCH...
I gotta get a bitch and get my dick sucked
Straight outta Oakland, California where we spark it on ya
Give a shout out to my partners in the darkest corners
I remember drinkin' Hennesey,
It's 12.30 AM, Christmas Eve
I'm out with the gangstas and thieves
Celebratin', postin' up with eggnog [head up up] in my cup
[Put Rudolph
Straight outta Oakland, California where we spark it on ya
Give a shout out to my partners in the darkest corners
I remember drinkin Hennesey,
semi-automatic situational attack"
"In the back with a sack, Cadillac all black"
"Like this and like that"
"Bang, broken like glass and plastic"
"Bang out on him
ain't never gave a fuck about a bitches needs
And bitch niggaz try to invade our town
I'ma lay 'em down, spray the 'K and get out
Say goodbye
(I'm working on dying)
Us
Lord please bring my bitch 'cause these hoes fried out
She sweet as hell in them DMs, shit, we gon' fly it out
He
Boy I'm from the block it
Ain't no fakin' it
I will have my Haitians eat
Your face and shit
Coming out my hood it ain't no making it
If I catch you
I'm about to pull them whips out
And fuck up the summer
Finna fuck up the summer
Your niggas some bitches
Your bitch is a gunner
Finna pull out them
on that (I've been on that)
Bitch
I've been smoke thrax, I've been did wax (Been did wax)
I ain't been playin' Madden, but I've been gettin' sacks
dimes of 'caine (check it out)
Why can't we just chill and get along, motherfucker?
But the views you choose to use is wrong, motherfucker
Relax, me
Back in your ass with a twenty sack
Straight up, Dogg Pound Gangstas
In effect for the 9-5, y'know?
We been havin' a little confrontation with
muthafuckas in a coupe de-ville
Lightin shit up like Fire Marshal Bill
You see, I hops on the flo like my nigga Domino
And get a big fat sack of yay
A key
(Chorus)
Its Time to get High
Its Time to get high
Need to break your weed out and let the smoke fly
Its time to get high
Its time to get high
Need to break
K-Dee talking:
Hey hey hey baby check it out. I'm K-Dee, &
that's my nigga Mack 10 over there. Now he gotta be cooler
than the nigga thatyou sittin'
Hello Flo'
Fancy meeting you here
You can't come around here
Not looking like that
You fucking sad sack
Is that a wankers' mac?
You're
Stayin' out the way, I've been runnin' my sack up
I wish one of you pussy lil' niggas would add up
I bet we OD on 'em, bulletproof Cadillac
That's
it's almost hard to choose.
You know the ones already about the plucky, silly girls
That make the best out of life,
Look fetching in a flour-sack dress
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fucking
beaches club
Plus little rob is selling drugs all the time
Hanging out with young thugs that all carry 9's
At night time there's more trife than ever
beaches club
Plus little rob is selling drugs all the time
Hanging out with young thugs that all carry 9's
At night time there's more trife than ever
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