ya' with the live stuff Suliman the Bronx Ripper on the live puff V Love, that's my money like dominoes Brooklyn do keep it rocking till the sun shows
Ohhhhh senorita when the evening sun go down I come to serenade you from another part, of town Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the
in front of like twelve numbers on your cell that's me callin to tell you that I ain't at home (yeah) I'm witnessin the midnight sun in Finland with the
never softening up And we rockin it rough Tough til my pockets are stuffed Love hip hop and clockin the bucks how can I get enough This shits ridiculous I say fuck the fifth
It was the night before he got popped Big jars of hay, Cheech and Chong bong in the spot Tropicana strawberries, diced bananas the long dookie fifth Next
Sun God get 'em I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs That's why lead the call, they moving up on us But them G's on the corners, move when I
, that smoke dust In the U.S. mint they want to rock the place and call the rush All these shameless niggaz armed with cherry-red Bally's On the twenty-fifth
bow, every tongue shall confess Enemies lie down while I'm clutchin' my tech It's on, the Priest, the Prophet, the King, the God The sun, you see him
, you can't slide past me I'm low-key, kind of anti-flashy Then I'm OG up in a black tie classy Sun Tzu to Sun Rai, Gargemel, Mumm-Ra Son of a shooter
ya Seeping through the cellar cause I be the freak of nature With, the images that I hold in my head I be the kid from the Fifth, so y'all holding what
temple over instrumentals The Fifth chant, you see the exhaust out The swift camp, mannerism is to scan your vision You see the light, you can't eclipse the sun
the things that they can't achieve so don't start bassin' an' i'll start pacing bets on that you'll be discracing more hotter than the sun, I'm living
your whips Pack em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists Here's a french kiss *kissing sound* I dismissed all you chicks split six from the four-fifth
God's hit man, Chopard wristband New York crown jewel, no if-and's Top five, I'm the one, two, three, four and the fifth man Smoke a hookah in Istanbul
ruckus straight from the sideline The year two-thousand Verse two: Daisy dukes with stretch marks Her hair back in a bun Cookin pork and beans Some stale franks in the sun
these devils off, I witness Tom broke off Mentally fry his brain and blow the smoke off Killa Bee, presidential suite, Bill and Hillary Bow and kiss my feet Auxiliary security retreat Heavy artillery sun
do, this in my slumber summer I ain't none of these half-assed newcomers You know how I do Summer, I drop heat when you bring the sun up The combo make
in straight up in this till the juices diminish then I'm a menace like I'm Iceberg Slim Lights blur dim with a slight curve grin A fifth of yak and a