Lyrics:
In a fender bender
So admit to the crowd that you suck balls
I know you hate my song
'Condom Style' cause you
Be lettin' boys fuck you in the butt raw
And ima flick that bic till it's gone
Because my weed supply
Pile high by the zone
I bet she be hot by
The end of this song
But I'm on my I don't give
the day that you're gone?
If you ain't bringing all of you
Take your fake ass home
Okay, now magnify me, check out the wrinkles in my eyes
Okay, now magnify
These are the tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
(Tune in to the History Channel)
These are the tales
(Learn a lesson biatch)
These are
Look ahead as we pass, try and focus on it
I won't be fooled by a cheap cinematic trick
It must have been just a cardboard cut out of a man
Top
of the reefer
I get em' both for the cheap
Can't fuck with no nigga that's weak
Cant put no trust in no freak
All of my nigga they street
We pulling up with
tucked
I'm lowkey but really I'm flee I did the dash and I did it with ease
I grab some weed and some liquor she cheap
I'm in the streets you ain't looking
you in some beef
That shit aint worth it brodie, I know you well aware
They looking at you like you dangerous with a cold stare
They judging you based
Yeah man, we good to throw down
Got my demo, man
To blow up in this rap game, man
Aw man, ain't that
DJ Superfly over there, man?
He work up
Every black is a beast and our women are cheap
And that brothers gettin' murdered is the way of the streets
That it's normal to die when we still in our
that tried to bear the elements and lost
Well it's warm by the filament
Huddled up close in the company of all my relatives
Stories lash like coffee
sinkin' in the quicksand
Created by the keeper of time
Cast aside by using ancient tricks
That changes your state of mind
They got you catering
that cheap
It may become a bad habit
You see a brother with a little bit of dough, you want to grab it
I get approached by a man, sometimes I throw a fit
I used to go watch her perform
And if she hears me I hope she sings songs
That had me going right back
Couldnt find anyone in town to talk
Bout how no
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
the jackal, cleaning dead bodies off the street
That's the price I had to pay, so hold tight to that grudge
You don't know shit about me, who the fuck are you
And I made the song "These are the tales, the freaky tales"
No radio or video or CD sales
Six platinum's in a row Ice Cube and Cool J
Who else did that
the character in the song
Dead by the end of the song but he's been dismembered as well
And the Front Porch Boys stopped
And looked up at me just long enough
That next time you hit me up
Shooting back at the people who Hate what I do
Made plenty of mistakes in my youth
But rapping was never one of them
Cause I
NEVER PLAY IT BY THE STREET RULES
ALL MY HATERS GOT BLUES
THROW YOUR SHIT IN THAT BASKET
NIGGAHS BE DEAD LAYING IN A CASKET
YOU NIGGAHS AINT IN MY
for the trees
But I do speak his word in the streets
God called us to gather his sheep
There's not one that's too far out of reach
If you seek it, then
that dough
She gave it all to me cause I fuck so good
I practice on the girls in my neighborhood
Cause when I'm freaky I rap, I spit a rap to a freak
party songs it's not cool in real life
Cheap thrills and goin' 'til
The mornin' comes see what that feels like
You can blame the rappers that you blow up
You get me?
Used to lift pressure by smoking heavy
And when Gucci said that you either with me
Or you against me or you in my way
I felt that
Married
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