this Used to be on some sell ass shit Or mail that bitch back home in a box And leave no trail of this Now won't witness this and this is How's it's
the same ever since I stepped in the game Now, this is for these niggas switchin' they shit Prostituting theyself, trying to get them a hit Suck a dick Chorus You a
you of the future, about what freedom is. Uhh, the way I see it, freedom is-- is the right to grow, is the right to blossom. Freedom is -is the right
seem to catch a dime Take a little hit and I lose the time I took the man and his horse And ran before he looked up I said the light's gonna change
gritty since I was a chubby child Look at me now, hat cocked up, wristwatch rocked up When I put my hand up to my mouth and hit that sticky stuff The light, hit
I stick a zipcode Tiptoed, before Doc escape row Thirsty, snippin' out a pig nose My Benz too, with wings and 6-0's My flows is North Pole cold My hands
up like the 4th of July, with half sticks And on and on, to the break of Rae-Dawn Chong I'm 'Killin' You Softly' with this song, with this bomb I'm
, go, get a shrink Get up, stand up, back up, push up Jump up, act up to make y'all feel it Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em Yo, blackout,
Like Bruh Man off the fifth flo' See the way the wrist glow, sick flow Better yet, turn off the lights, I'll turn this bitch into a disco Hood crime
how ill is this Only my thug niggas feelin this All in the clubs they be killin this You love the way we rip a track We take a little love, then give
is all white And I had a couple drinks And I got a lil buzz so I'm feelin' alright But the night's just gettin' started Haters get disregarded Roll up
eyes, and grit your teeth Goldy's bout to explode, I put your shit to cease I'm like the wick on a stick of dynamite light me up when I find a mic And
time to stop bullshitting Did the gangster walk, did it like this Walked up to a girl and I called her a bitch I said "my name is $hort, I don't
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four Hand chose bitches a L.A. mode, gettin' sold Plus a load of killer, as chronic gettin' blowed Keep it froze, tucked up in a Tupperware bowl Stick
an be a, ride a Benz wit my knees what?? breakin trees up, rollin weed up, on my way to the V-up, to put the g's up, see Yuk, hella high, tinky
it's all goodie And be a ride a Benz wit my knees, what? Breakin' trees up, rollin' weed up on my way to the V up To put the G's up, see yuk, hella high
84th is the closest, a fat ass half nigga lets smoke this, lets roll a blunt with the skunk, why you bring this scandolous ass sac, this shit aint no pump hmm smell this............roll it up
' collard greens Burn one, smoke some, who got tha blunts, blazin' one Lift it in ya hand, then raise 'em up, light 'em up, take a puff Inhale, exhale