Lyrics:
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
Let my guard down, they slander my name
Protected by so many niggas with fye I know if I die they gone all go insane
Just wanna go back into time
in the mile high
This the vibe that kids from round the way reconcile by
No longer just a child I
Flew through my adolescence with bad intentions
you
I hope you feel the vibe like I do
I could slide by you then maybe take a dip in your Bayou
We could bump Erykah Badu
You telling me you high but
racks
I woke up dazed and confused
Throwing them percocets back
I can't even shop today
I cant even walk today
I cant even talk today
Sean Payton how Im
but you're making me high (Feelin A Way)
Jay of runtz roll, but I ain't gon spark it today (Faded Off You)
Value your heart like a piece of art ; so I'm
Riches on riches
Ya
So you bout you lettuce
Ya
Yo bout your business
Ya
Riches on riches
Ya
Want the Benz the Porche the rove
Can't get sidetracked by
coaching me in the corner/ he told me to guard my grill/ so no Douglas could bust me/ running off steam/ combustion/ hit em with a quick two piece/ leave em
Dub
Yea I know him we went to high school together
I ain't got his cell but I could send him a letter
What's he up to he's up to any endeavors
I told
the g's
'N' taught by the bosses howda stack that cheese
You got rich 'n' g shits still a part of you
'cause breakin' old habits so hard to do
You
nobody to you
Uh, yes
It's so crazy right now
Most incredibly, it's your girl, B (yes, woo)
It's your boy, Young
You ready?
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh,
So he high maintenance
Rugged mug like sean penn
Holding down haiti like sean penn we all in
Like the calllllllin
Rock band! raise a rock band!
Can get it off by tomorrow
It's wicked when my favorite uncle kick it
Fiends trying to kick the addiction
Of sucking glass dicks
Vivid images go against
the spot, main hang up, flirtin'
We be surrounded by girls...man and I ain't perpin'
All I know is money, cash, hoes like Jay (like Jay)
And I got all 3.
and suspension was an always
By the time high school it was the hallways
Them was the wish I had a car days
'cause all the stewards that was
Trapping they was all
a party song
Honored guests, listen up (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Where you goin'? Where you goin'? Take a shot!
Music so loud hopin’ they don’t call the cops! (Ayy!)
[Shyheim:]
Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track
place, wit a pool by tha lake
So tha seafood new, and tha view looks great (Shee)
I could see my kids, have they own nice place
But I'm in a marathon, got
the door man
Playin' with switchblades and matches
Pick pocketin' the cash and the plastic
Gettin' high out back by the trashcans
Tryin' to get
feelin' me?
That's why I love music the sounds be healing g
I get so high I be like damn, damn
But it's the sequence to my sound, sound
I get so high I be
Everybody
Souls possessed by Slim Shady so maybe this Em Body
I disembody anybody thinking they can stop me
Been in my future since young and rowdy
the camera man's the canon fodder
Ironic cause the turn ups so real I got rejected by my dance partner
Speaking broken English but the music is my trance
you so mad by the commas
You see I'm dripping, and with the fishes, look at the gourmet
You see I'm litty, I need a audience, just to feel important
all our money on some old CDs
We sayin'
Oh please, we ain't got no P's
Because we spent all our money on some old CDs
We got some old Jay Zs, couple
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