Lyrics:
We getting to the bread by the loaf
We tied in fuck the feds that's the oath
No jams but its a nice spread on royal oats
Bake then I shake break it
is fast, let's sign a new petition
Bring out the lies and let the rumor spread
(Let's manifest the only truth)
Break down the door and put the past
game
Steady mobbin', d o double g, ain't no limit to that shit
Nigga carlos on the beat beats by the pound
'bout 3:34 in the morning don't even
seek
I’d bring you truth by any means
Take you to your rooots
Through out it’s green
Well I’m so sick
I’m serving pills
(Yeah yeah)
Lovers for tonight
Wishin' you were by my side
Fading dreams grow cold as ice
It's a rough road, this daily life
And it don't lead back to paradise
Just one more try,
playing hop scotch
She used to sit out eating candy on the green box
She had a brother named Terrell
He got shot by the cops
She got a sister name Lanelle
(ouhhh) really
Cause I done seen your type before
You want to hate out on the chef cause he baking that dough, yo
Don't tempt me cause I'm close
(ouhhh) really
Cause I done seen your type before
You want to hate out on the chef cause he baking that dough, yo
Don't tempt me cause I'm close
call Tyrone
Hit the road Jack
Don't come back I do it on my own
Not gonna get a record deal by giving niggas done
Won't taste it lick it spread it
Fuck
There's three types of niggas in life
Niggas that make it happen
Niggas that watch it happen
And niggas that don't even know what the fuck is
Let's cash that one in
Grab another one from out the stable
The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado?
The hell if I know
Do I want leather seats
Let's cash that one in
Grab another one from out the stable
The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado?
The hell if I know
Do I want leather seats
block wit' the same crew
'N' everybody sitting fat living good
'N' I'm the only nigga dat be rappin' in my hood
I was raise by the hustlas 'n' gain by
Desafinado when your heart belongs to me completely
Then you won't be slightly out of tune, you'll sing along with me!
Music by Antonio Carlos Jobim
With
Spread in the city I'm plumin'
Boy you got me hot, fumin'
We all make mistakes we human
Yo, I'm playing shows, getting paid by the fistful
Talk cheap
the time to spread the truth
I use the recording booth
Go and show the world what you can do
'Cause God believes in you
Don't give up
Keep pushing through
the time to spread the truth
I use the recording booth
Go and show the world what you can do
'cause God believes in you
Don't give up
Keep pushing through
to the views we see overseas,
I always knew it was coming just had to keep my faith
And when my faith ran out I had to keep my strength
Cause work don't go
when you pass us
My only exercise is me runnin' out of glasses
I'll drink to that
Dreams to reality
By any means to your majesty
From misery
(ouhhh) really
Cause I done seen your type before
You wanna hate out on the chef cause he baking that dough, yo
Don't tempt me cause I'm close
daily
You burn me (ouhhh) really
Cause I done seen your type before
You want to hate out on the chef cause he baking that dough, yo
Don't tempt me
Let's cash that one in
Grab another one from out the stable
The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado?
The hell if I know
Do I want leather seats
tried to say that I don't deserve a platinum plaque
nigga I was sellin tapes out the trunk of my car
when you was runnin round drinkin Simalac
all up
Intro:
One two one two. Q.B.C.. M.O.B.B. D.E.E.P.
We all over (all over)
Spread it out spread it out spread it out
spread it out we takin' over
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