Produced by: Roscoe Written by: DT
MICKI) Its the dru-to the n k we came to do it again from the great rebirth to nanulwanhrh we got the songs thatll make you move ta head we the ones that represented while you playahated our shit brcause your gielfriend sitten front row at our shit because your girlfriend sitten front row at show hands up whippen out her tits you want to drink with us better bring a cup and a bag for you throw up because we starten when the bar just open and we finished when the bar close up hop in my rover truck not sober drunk at night wiht the headlight off got ya girl sitten shotgun hoppen the curb doin eight driven down the sidewalk police tried to pull me over wanted to see if eyez was drunkn i saed you walk the line officer i could barely drive this truck man so all you thugs throw up your guns and all you players sip your crown and all the women with the big ass tits pull em out and let em bounce
SHINE) Some say ima kinda strange like days i plague young minds and give em rage and the will to hate i make your girls late so what ya know bout respectin cause dues i've paid crews i slayed you better pray and get that ass saved this world happens to crazy so i'm training while ya'll complainin blamin your company for peabnut payments while i'm sitting back sippin coneac steapped and ima let loose on anyone who tries to take a piece of my pie go ahead you wanna die you hate the fact i tell the truth and all you do is lie to my ppls you get the desert eagle to the grill let the blood spill inherit your will for keepin it real...
ROSCOE) It's the long awited, the glossalalics with the intoxicated i know you hate it but still, cant fade it i've created a devastatine rhymestyle creation patiently waitin during my mans incarceration but he's back now and we bout today the smack down you walk clowns better geab your stuff and pack now check my background i'm known to stuck pounds and pack rounds of ammunition if you listen then you bound to back down i'm running up on these cats and comin up on these gats the bigger they are the harder they fall i'm not gonna stall i'm comin up onm all for yall who thought we couldnt have done it you couldnt have fronted harder we deep sea diving while haters trade water
JK) What did i do now Mr.officer? you made hip hop too dang popilar young cats up in them baggy jeans in parking lot they fidtd they ganster walking off and limp like they got shot and grabbing they dicks like how modonna was tou mean like how you mama was sir fuck popos and cab rons all tou haters and gossipers cant see me now you vomonos i be slamming them like i'm slapping em bones i'm knockingem down like dominos punch you to crush you lungs turning your curls into a pomodors liquor shots ╪раж bottles up chuck your forty boeeles to this g's get up and it's get down mother come and bounce to this
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