Lyrics:
abrasions from Maria and Tasha
Sliding down a street pole, pull up to your party
Stimulated with a jeep full of cherry gap honeys and bottles of Vodka
Plus
time for games cause I'm all grown up
You wanna joke nigga? laugh when you get blown up (come on)
See how funny it is when your kids ain't got no father
Elmo's out in the hood one morning
So pissed off that he put out a warning
Said if he ever see Ernie or Bert
Swear on his life that they gonna get
sirens on, I doubt if we stop
[Professor]
I wish that he would, I bet he in there wishin he could
Computers chips up under the hood by Jacob
[King
a million dollar operation
Wanna join the team
I got goals
Can't wait around for you to make your mind up
My grind's up
Plus there's a lotta ladies lined up
give a fuck whether you love it or not
That's all we got and if you throw it away
You dumb as OJ, off a for-tay
In your Izod, this the rap God
What'chu
record 'em
We snatch 'em up
Gut 'em and throw 'em back in the water
Eating only pasta kids
Mobster kids running Red Lobster shit
Yoke you from your dreads
Don't move to fast might fuck up your flow
I got these niggas thinking damn Bray you bout to blow
and I know and I know (yeah)
Don't move to fast
know it's nice and long
If you get the pipe twice then you ain't walking right
If I hit the kitty thrice then I got you in my trance
Wrapped up all up in
and your the team captain
Quaterbackin', Quarterbackin'
Gotta little change and ya drivin' a range
Quarterbackin', Quarterbackin'
If ya sound system
just freethrows
My nigga came up like Mitch
Fresh out the dirty South
She couldn't calm me down
Smoke cherry runtz by the pound
The sticks got
ain’t one for the fuck shit, I’m balling like a free throw
Film festival shit, yeah we gon let a clip go
Pull up to your block, wave the piece, don’t say
and thighs
But I love it when the Sun hits your eyes
Summertime in NY
Feel like Money Makin' Mitch
Drop the top, when I pass by
Summertime in NY
Throw your L's
on that kufi
Wanna turn a good girl to a freak? Throw Benjis on that coochie
You gotta stand on what you said, don't dap me up if we ain't Gucci
You
smokin' all this weed and I'm rollin' up some more
Had to upgrade the bitch, her purse said Michael Kors
Let me give you this Celine, throw that bullshit
This is my idea of an intro
It go like uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Hi
Hi
My name is Norm
What's up
I'm out
to alleviate the pain
Eddie King, Richard Pryor pinky ring
Watch your conduct nigga
Throw parties for my niggas that's living, you guessed it
Models y'all
stolen Jeep
Hood up, hood up phone the police
Push up your bolt and bleed
I heard they cook up the coke and leave
Mans going in there now
I'm just up
I'm not worried bout a sucka tryin to stick and rob
I just buck em down with my thirty-odd
Creeped up to the beach, packed to capacity
Hoes walkin by
end up like sheep
[Chorus]
Kill! Kill 'em live!
Kill! Kill 'em live!
Kill! Kill 'em live!
Mad heads confused by the isms
Bustin' caps
would type back, nigga would type back)
Yeah, fuck nigga say he want hands
He pull up and walk by me
Just had a bad day, made your advance
You can't even
the ghetto)
I see your true colors,
(straight up) shining through
I see your true colors,
(I'm gonna make it out man )
That's why i love you
(yo) Father
and it's comin' to your town
It's done by the people who can really throw down
You don't need to be a queen or a jack of spades
It's done by the brothers
harder than this
See I'm a College Park repper, real niggas throw yo sets up
We pass ya girl to whoever want the next nut
On my dougie, you ain't see me
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