Lyrics:
"Scram!"
I'm like, man, I gotta eat somehow, some way
Soon, now, today, ayy, listen
Told papi, "I got cake to spend
I got eight to spend
I got a spot waitin
gonna jam
If we squeeze of the block go scram
Boiled eggs is all I had damn
A replica of my senior
Cause you'll remember me
My grandfather still smoking
Scram! We on to the next destination
Pimpin's how we do it
Puttin bitches in their places!
It's up to you, playa
To make sure them bottles multiply
But
homies scram
Where was all this love at
When I was only Cam?
When I was tryna sell y'all my only jam?
I don't keep friends, I'm my only fan
And take falls,
We're bustin' out and we don't give a damn
If you don't like our funk then take your stuff and scram
Bustin' out
We're bustin' out on the funk
We're bustin' out and we don't give a damn
If you don't like our funk then take your stuff and scram
Bustin' out
We're bustin' out on the funk
a dam
No one could make that ram, scram
He kept buttin' that dam
'Cause he had high hopes, he had high hopes
He had high apple pie, in the sky hopes
So hit it where ya fit in and let them rhythm snatch ya.
As I release another Brown batch of Jams that slam
And you can't touch so scram.
I know you
To the race
Give the drumer a taste
The bass is comin' comin'
Suckas runnin' from it
Damn, why you call him
The man
Here I am scram
Never ran
Never
yeah, that's bitch shit
Talking to them hoes, you steady gossip, yeah, that's bitch shit
Telling on your mans so you can scram, yeah, that's bitch shit
The Grand
Motherfuckers should scram or get killed with they man
Money, power, kush, sour
Haze, airy, pills, powder
Pull it out, cock back, let the lead fly
geeks weaken the Nina's the beast chief
And you heathens ain't street deep so keep beefin' and get yo head tore off
So dim scram fo sight of thee grim
Better step aside suckers watch the heater expand
Get outta hand, see the light, you and your clan
Better scram outta here before you get slammed
I
yeah, that's bitch shit
Talking to them hoes, you steady gossip, yeah, that's bitch shit
Telling on your mans so you can scram, yeah, that's bitch shit
the wham-bam, huh
With the scram ma'am, huh
Quick to grab a bitch titties like a mammogram, huh
Quick to look at myself like I am the man, huh
You niggas
the glocks don't jam, so where we pop them scrams
See I showed you on the champions how we get down
So don't twist ya lips, I'm like Bobby Brown
You got B2K
going ham, might chop a blam bih
If you didn't come here with Brick Squad, then you better scram quick
Got my own clothing line, call that shit Delantic
lovely when it's all about the glory
But soon as shit hit the fan, honies be wanna take the kid and scram
I'm having bad thoughts, don't like how dark
get Ghost and scram
Gingerbread niggaz on the run from feds
Shit is sick, pretty chicks'll put a gun to ya head
Never a vic', either think quick
going to be
Owning a jeep, a little more than some dollar
Alakazam scram!
Go get that dough
Go get that dough
My bitch won't go
Go get that dough
My
And be out here, scram
Tell you a lil story about a lesson I learned
Never leave the crib without packin' a gun
Niggas talk bout me but they fluently wrong
Uhh, Scram Jones is bringing
The speaker crack out
Stop the beat, Long Beach! Bring it back now
Guess who's back in the motherfucking house
With a fat
and a chain
Foolish ain't it?
Say my name!
Everything you did I've done did double
If you hate to see flash then your ass is in trouble
Scram now and don't
young bucks like you
And the rest of your crew
If moms want static I'll dis her, too
So scram you know who I am
Damn, chick, don't play me, punk
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