Lyrics:
like to do that now, I've written some haikus
Haikus are Japanese poems consisting of 17 syllables, three lines
Five, seven, five
And I find them
a snake
LuVVon on her liscene plate
3 bitches on me Mary, Kate, and Ashley
She let me fuck she calling me daddy
Money make em mad crazy
Money make em mad
a replay like a highlight reel
Five o'clock in the morning, I'm at Hi-Lite still
UGP on the track, we do a drive by kill, brrrat
Hook 2: Reddy
Knock knock,
I'm the evil brother of Gabriel
I was cast into the darkness by Raphael
I was known to Jacob as Azazel
When I fed upon the sins of Israel
Hiding in
occurred at 3.30
No one was there to witness it
Even the breviaries had left their tapestries on the window
And we were all silenced
By the sad mildew
out-fly?
``Heart, shall we live or die?
``The rest. . . . settle by-and-by!''
So, she'd efface the score,
And forgive me as before.
It is twelve o'clock:
I
the board, dawg
We up fifty (We up fifty)
All that ho shit you pulled? Stuck with me
Made a hundred by myself
They can't fuck with me
Just punched three X's,
This a sentence from birth
Chains we lay in all day
Promises held in hands that moved astray
I loved you anyway
Took your blue, your grey
Your three
Always eat up all the beef
Always eat up all the steak
Three of us cook in the stu'
We drinkin' martini blues
Mixing up one for da crew
You know what
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
Yo Bobby, you hear how I'm shooting it like they blue tops know
You won't play me like your lady
Pay me three-eighty spit it at you like a baby
bang
Hootchie mama reach around
High balls turn your blue eyes brown
She drove him to the crazy house and made it back by dark
She sees the best in
a succubus caught in a spell
She was right there on the ledge when I fell
Me and my bitch just broke up
It's 3 o'clock and I just now woke up
She asked me who
done, that's what they came for
Then the subs start circling the block
Don't know where to stop
Told my nigga Chop to get it done by three O'clock (Three
Get it get it
Get it in Monday
Break it down the same day
1st on Thursday
Gone by Wednesday
Get it in Monday
Break it down the same day
1st
bobby
From 3 day old chili to saki with wosabi
I'm home hey I'm home
You never met a motherf***er quite like me
Not like me, dida dada like me, hey like
in the backseat thinking
One day I'm gonna fly away
Fly, fly, fly
Red, white, and blue dreams
Oh yeah the american dream
On the road
Little bobby
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
We were garden hopping, bobby knocking
You could smell what the rock was cooking
Quick go now cos, no ones looking
Football sock was my Christmas
into Joe's about six-fifteen
And I was ready to pour 'em down
Because at eight o'clock Delilah was a-meeting me there
Well I thought I would have
as a peach, life is a beach
And I’m in Venice laid on the beach
White sheets
With a dime-piece starin' at my timepiece
What it say? By six o'clock we be
'bout the fuckin' joy
Fuck 'em by the three's, talkin' 'bout them fuckin' whores
It 2 o'clock in the evenin', he must be unemployed
Big stones round
here, he got down there
So what you want this time?
I said look man, a-what time is it?
He said the clock on the wall say three o'clock
Last call for
here,
He got down there
So what you want this time?
I said look man,
A-what time is it?
He said the clock on the wall
Say three o'clock
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