be another freed from the disease ocean sky and fire rage they give you what you need lives on paper separate the ink from all the blood shame on you
be another freed from the disease ocean sky and fire rage they give you what you need lives on paper separate the ink from all the blood shame on
neck the whole cup, If you don't know the words then just make them up. Volume is all it takes, Make some noise, wake up your flatmates, Play this
a nigga be moving marijuana Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on Better watch your back when it get mad Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on Everything in front of me's up
I like those stylish clothes you wear I like the way the light hit the ice and glare And I can see you boo from way over there [Chorus] [Verse 2] Face and body front
me first, fake nigga can't stop a G And all the shit you went through Meant a lot to me But when they locked you up for for nothing it was shame to see
a trip in a body bag Uhh, boom you slipped up, now you're zipped up Yeah one more statistic, fronted and got ripped up No joke, you be yolk, no matter
money but you stuck on these fake bitches I stay blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do Cause if I do, Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew A
trunkies give a fat shout out to the Phunk Junkeez stricken like a cancer taken chances but I love to see the girl windin' like the belly dancer standin' up front
(hey) I am the one who scores the herb when we're on the road P-Nut rolls it up throw me a joint on stage, what's up I will tell a cop that I know my
Da Extra Keys To The Condo Up-Town. Make Her Some Through When You Want To, Thats How Me And Lil' Ma Get Down. Sometime We Hit Da Town, Wit Da Radio Up
Da Extra Keys To The Condo Up-Town. Nigga Come Through When He Really Want To, Thats How Me And Lil' Ma Get Down. Sometime We Hit Da Town, Wit Da Radio Up
't wanna do it, I ain't even really hate son That's a damn shame but tomorrow, I'm a make? Black Hummer waitin' for me in front of the jail house Comin
my place (yeah) After she burn it up fore fucking up you face [Chorus] [Verse 3] [Pickelh] Now it's a got dame shame Pickelh What you did too that
to hanging with me and cracking up But he had no idea about my built up tolerance No idea about how manipulative I've become I would seruptitiously put it in front
