Lyrics:
of solace
(Hey)
Long as I got you by my side I'm okay
Long as I got you by my side I'm okay
Fresh outta of the stint in my mind I won't stay
So many phrases
bubbly
Screwed tape loud while I'm swangin' by the crowd
And the dro'' got me how it feel like I'm in a cloud
I'm a H-Town nigga.
Reppin' for P.A.T.
Juicy J (Big Gipp)-
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Three 6 Mafia (Here it is)
Know what I'm sayin'
Goodie Mob (Triple Six Mafia)
ATL (Big Gipp)
M-town
to the safe)
Son runs our state
Carrying coke by the weight (weight)
Make 'em put pounds in the weed gate (weed gate)
And it's ran by Ol' Dirty (dirty)
12
I catch up
Shit bound to get all messed up and that's all messed up
Let's go press up, I've been the cut
Got a can of ozzie I'm in the truck
Fresh
Check-check-check-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check-check it out
Now, I go by the name of the King Adrock
I don't wear a cup
Words and music by Robb (Rabbitt) MacKay
Some times when the sun goes down
And I'm lost in some other town
My thoughts may drift away
To Manzanillo
Dungeon Family, all day long baby
We finna break it off with some fresh new shit (ya, ya, ya)
This rap game lovely
Konkrete play a part 'cause the Feds
get back to what we call hip hop
And what it meant to DJ Scot La Rock
How many Mc's must get dissed
Before somebody says, "Don't fuck with Kris!"
checkin marks till the day that I die
So why, should another brother try to confess?
When a nigga from the west, fresh outta yts
Ah yes, you just didn't
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
Yeah Wala Why
Yeah Wala Why
Yeah Yeah Yeah (lets get it; pow pow)
Yeah some new shit
Yeah Some fresh shit right here nigga
Seen a lot now I'm
A little house in a little town in Georgia
Take that country road across the tracks
The home place sits just a little back
Cedar post porch
of witches cackling
When most of y'all can't even handle me
These days we all we got
Barracks to the grave til coffins drop
Earthworms squirm in fresh dug
THE CHEESE ALIL BIGGA
FRESH LIKE A VEGAN LIVER/ ASK YOU RECEIVE I DELIVER
GET TO CLOSE SNEEZE ON A NIGGA
IM ICE LIKE T LIL NIGGA/ FLOW MAKE THE CHEESE ALIL
Come and kiss baby
Fresh fruits of candy
My touch Good oliy.
Come and kiss baby.
Rolling stone on mountains.
Winter mud flooding the towns
[Chorus:]
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
If you ain't from round here dog
(I can't believe you just did that)
Ayy, ayy, glahh, glahh
(DJ Fresh, what up fool?)
Thirty clip, fifty clip, a hunnid clip
Quad city and nigga
Go, brrt
(Oh, yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this one)
Had to dump some more
Brrt
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
With my chopper
Yeah
in it represent it
Ya'll boys, ya'll boys ain't ready for us
Project Pat, Noreaga, D.J. Paul, Juicy "J"
Hypnotize Minds in here, like this
bag?
In your car, and we popped the steering wheel
And left it up by six flags (hit man)
My whole family full of ?hetland? hustlas
Now tell your
Somethin' that you can't do (woo, hey)
Big talks of the town, big boy gang moves (gang moves)
I like to walk around with my chain loose (chain, chain)
She
Yeah, from Chi-town to France
Yeah, we gonna do it, uh, Rhymefest and Air
How you feel there?
Rhymefest breathe this to 'em like fresh air
a drink or two
I pay attention, I can listen too, you say he fucking who?
Fresh out the shower, let me smell your hair
Garnier Fructis got my knees weak,
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