Lil' Keke
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"3 Time Felon"
(feat. H.A.W.K.)
"3 Time Felon"
(feat. H.A.W.K.)
[Hook:]
Crack is what we selling, snitch niggaz be telling
Keep you niggaz bailing, here we go (here we go, here we go, here we go)
Crack is what we selling, snitch niggaz be telling
Keep you niggaz bailing, because we three time felons
[Lil' Keke:]
Now peep game, I promise on sight it's going down
AK's and clips, that's filled with hundred rounds
It's my time no stress, I locate Tip
Tell him load up everything mayn, these boys a trip
I gotta call a meeting, so we can lay the format
We bout to sweep the whole streets, yeah the Don said that
I put my life up on it, these niggaz gonna come up missing
Lying talking and snitching, in these streets big sixing
Don't play these games, because you think you a star
You might of had yourself a battle, but you ain't ready for war
This shit is complicated, that's why you mark niggaz hate it
Scared to roll the dice, because you punks can't fade it
They hesitated, to even test it again
That's why they perpetrated, because they click is pretend
I'm on a paper chase, you know the road to riches
Serious about my feddy, and I'm busting all snitches what
[Hook]
[H.A.W.K.:]
Here we go-here we go-here we go-here we go, it's a must I get my do'
It's a must I move this snow, befo' the FEDs kick in my do'
Crack is what I'm selling, these fake ass niggaz telling
My mama is raising hell'n, crying screaming and yelling
Lots of dogs smelling, around my residence
They looking for evidence, and mob they presidents
On cuts I'm legendary, by any means necessary
These cake ass niggaz scary, and singing like canaries
You'll find a cemetery, if you caught up in my mix
I still hit brick licks, and I'm good with arithmetic
This game is getting deep, and I'm playing for keeps
Contaminating the streets, while you broke niggaz sleep
[Lil' Keke:]
It ain't no telling bout this click, cause you know we don't play
It be forever and a day, with that H-A-W-K
It's the 2 double 2, flipping pies we ain't through
C.D.'s and LP's, for the people like you
Get your mash on whoalie, get your cash on whoalie
Niggaz snitching and bitching, but I promise they don't know me
It's a trip mayn, because these punk niggaz telling
Commission rich click, we some three time felons what
[Hook]
[Lil' Keke:]
Let's get this money baby, now it's a dangerous job
Y'all so close to getting robbed, by the Southside mob
We do the dumping nigga, and it don't matter the state
Y'all continue to playa hate, and get yourself checkmate
They better recognize, all this money and power
Cause it be hour after hour, on you mark ass cowards
I get's my cash, and fill up the stash befo' I flash
Superstars mash, with two hundred on the dash
This rap game, the legal crack game
You know it's cocaine and fame, on this hustler's name
I get's my money right, I'm dedicated for real
It be killas and drug dealers, that'll snatch out your grill
I lay the lick down, cause I'm gon get mine
And if these niggaz out of line, then these niggaz dying
I ain't the one mayn, you better watch who you telling
Lil' Keke the Don, also known as a felon
[Hook x2]
(feat. H.A.W.K.)
"3 Time Felon"
(feat. H.A.W.K.)
[Hook:]
Crack is what we selling, snitch niggaz be telling
Keep you niggaz bailing, here we go (here we go, here we go, here we go)
Crack is what we selling, snitch niggaz be telling
Keep you niggaz bailing, because we three time felons
[Lil' Keke:]
Now peep game, I promise on sight it's going down
AK's and clips, that's filled with hundred rounds
It's my time no stress, I locate Tip
Tell him load up everything mayn, these boys a trip
I gotta call a meeting, so we can lay the format
We bout to sweep the whole streets, yeah the Don said that
I put my life up on it, these niggaz gonna come up missing
Lying talking and snitching, in these streets big sixing
Don't play these games, because you think you a star
You might of had yourself a battle, but you ain't ready for war
This shit is complicated, that's why you mark niggaz hate it
Scared to roll the dice, because you punks can't fade it
They hesitated, to even test it again
That's why they perpetrated, because they click is pretend
I'm on a paper chase, you know the road to riches
Serious about my feddy, and I'm busting all snitches what
[Hook]
[H.A.W.K.:]
Here we go-here we go-here we go-here we go, it's a must I get my do'
It's a must I move this snow, befo' the FEDs kick in my do'
Crack is what I'm selling, these fake ass niggaz telling
My mama is raising hell'n, crying screaming and yelling
Lots of dogs smelling, around my residence
They looking for evidence, and mob they presidents
On cuts I'm legendary, by any means necessary
These cake ass niggaz scary, and singing like canaries
You'll find a cemetery, if you caught up in my mix
I still hit brick licks, and I'm good with arithmetic
This game is getting deep, and I'm playing for keeps
Contaminating the streets, while you broke niggaz sleep
[Lil' Keke:]
It ain't no telling bout this click, cause you know we don't play
It be forever and a day, with that H-A-W-K
It's the 2 double 2, flipping pies we ain't through
C.D.'s and LP's, for the people like you
Get your mash on whoalie, get your cash on whoalie
Niggaz snitching and bitching, but I promise they don't know me
It's a trip mayn, because these punk niggaz telling
Commission rich click, we some three time felons what
[Hook]
[Lil' Keke:]
Let's get this money baby, now it's a dangerous job
Y'all so close to getting robbed, by the Southside mob
We do the dumping nigga, and it don't matter the state
Y'all continue to playa hate, and get yourself checkmate
They better recognize, all this money and power
Cause it be hour after hour, on you mark ass cowards
I get's my cash, and fill up the stash befo' I flash
Superstars mash, with two hundred on the dash
This rap game, the legal crack game
You know it's cocaine and fame, on this hustler's name
I get's my money right, I'm dedicated for real
It be killas and drug dealers, that'll snatch out your grill
I lay the lick down, cause I'm gon get mine
And if these niggaz out of line, then these niggaz dying
I ain't the one mayn, you better watch who you telling
Lil' Keke the Don, also known as a felon
[Hook x2]
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"4 Doors And Coupes"
"4 Doors And Coupes"
Me & you
It's gon be a gangster weekend
I'm lovin your look
Lifestyle of a crook feel dis
[Verse 1:]
Hey, summer time baby june and july
Presidental top floor somewhere gettin high hey
Let's take advantage of the sun do some strip crawlin
Let's spent a few racks and capitalize on real ballin
You in the CL and so well to the 5 50
We in two different cars but it still feel like you with me
Just let the top down and enjoy dat convertible
Get back to the suite so I can lay you down and murder ya
Say let's do some big? in courtesy of young don
Da purse match the? dressed all in louis veton
Let's serve the appetite and finish off the escapade
Start the vehicles and let down chanelle shades
[Hook:]
Let's hit the interstate, make a couple loops
His and her benzes, 4 doors and coupes
Side by side, den we go back to back
Let's turn a few corners and spent a couple stacks
I say, let's hit the interstate, make a couple loops
His and her benzes, 4 doors and coupes
Side by side, den we go back to back
Let's turn a few corners and spent a couple stack
[Verse 2:]
She got fresh nails, new heels, and a hair due
I'm known to get money, be real, and stay true
Friday night was just a touch baby I'm going strong
I knocked it off and knock it down man but it's still long
It's saturday evening and we leaving for another ride
Let's hit a place and conversate somewhere dats really quiet
Dis time we lay back in the mayback get? threw
I'll rub your thighs and kiss your neck girl dats wat it do
You feeling so wild jammin musiq soulchild
Keep up a low smile, peepin out my profile
Let's walk the beach and see some sand on this gangster day
Take a short break for ice cream and cheese cake
I'm ready to crawl in ya baby call me spiderman
I like it hot and wet so turn off the ceiling fan
The attitude is right, the body is tramendous
Let's floss away together boo his and her benzes
[Hook:]
Let's hit the interstate, make a couple loops
His and her benzes, 4 doors and coupes
Side by side, den we go back to back
Let's turn a few corners and spent a couple stacks
I say, let's hit the interstate, make a couple loops
His and her benzes, 4 doors and coupes
Side by side, den we go back to back
Let's turn a few corners and spent a couple stack hey
[Verse 3:]
It's sunday morning we wake up to another scene
Let's go to church den it's baked chicken and collard greens
A beautiful weekend let's finish on a lovely note
Park the cars on the peer and climb up in the boat
I got you wave watchin hair blowin in the wind
I'm don ke baby nothin like ya other men
I put dem stacks on it cause dis a playa moment
Girl dis the good life, now how back you really want it
We just some famous stars with street integrity
Livin ghetto fab like a neighborhood celebrity hey
I'm in the driver seat hand grippin plenty wood
I see you crankin up the coupe girl you lookin good
In just a minute we'll be violating the speed limit
I love your style boo so sexy and independent
Dey call me high roller, I'm jus a trend setta
We in dem benzes, crome shoes and plenty leather
[Hook:]
Let's hit the interstate, make a couple loops
His and her benzes, 4 doors and coupes
Side by side, den we go back to back
Let's turn a few corners and spent a couple stacks
I say, let's hit the interstate, make a couple loops
His and her benzes, 4 doors and coupes
Side by side, den we go back to back
Let's turn a few corners and spent a couple stack
"4 Doors And Coupes"
Me & you
It's gon be a gangster weekend
I'm lovin your look
Lifestyle of a crook feel dis
[Verse 1:]
Hey, summer time baby june and july
Presidental top floor somewhere gettin high hey
Let's take advantage of the sun do some strip crawlin
Let's spent a few racks and capitalize on real ballin
You in the CL and so well to the 5 50
We in two different cars but it still feel like you with me
Just let the top down and enjoy dat convertible
Get back to the suite so I can lay you down and murder ya
Say let's do some big? in courtesy of young don
Da purse match the? dressed all in louis veton
Let's serve the appetite and finish off the escapade
Start the vehicles and let down chanelle shades
[Hook:]
Let's hit the interstate, make a couple loops
His and her benzes, 4 doors and coupes
Side by side, den we go back to back
Let's turn a few corners and spent a couple stacks
I say, let's hit the interstate, make a couple loops
His and her benzes, 4 doors and coupes
Side by side, den we go back to back
Let's turn a few corners and spent a couple stack
[Verse 2:]
She got fresh nails, new heels, and a hair due
I'm known to get money, be real, and stay true
Friday night was just a touch baby I'm going strong
I knocked it off and knock it down man but it's still long
It's saturday evening and we leaving for another ride
Let's hit a place and conversate somewhere dats really quiet
Dis time we lay back in the mayback get? threw
I'll rub your thighs and kiss your neck girl dats wat it do
You feeling so wild jammin musiq soulchild
Keep up a low smile, peepin out my profile
Let's walk the beach and see some sand on this gangster day
Take a short break for ice cream and cheese cake
I'm ready to crawl in ya baby call me spiderman
I like it hot and wet so turn off the ceiling fan
The attitude is right, the body is tramendous
Let's floss away together boo his and her benzes
[Hook:]
Let's hit the interstate, make a couple loops
His and her benzes, 4 doors and coupes
Side by side, den we go back to back
Let's turn a few corners and spent a couple stacks
I say, let's hit the interstate, make a couple loops
His and her benzes, 4 doors and coupes
Side by side, den we go back to back
Let's turn a few corners and spent a couple stack hey
[Verse 3:]
It's sunday morning we wake up to another scene
Let's go to church den it's baked chicken and collard greens
A beautiful weekend let's finish on a lovely note
Park the cars on the peer and climb up in the boat
I got you wave watchin hair blowin in the wind
I'm don ke baby nothin like ya other men
I put dem stacks on it cause dis a playa moment
Girl dis the good life, now how back you really want it
We just some famous stars with street integrity
Livin ghetto fab like a neighborhood celebrity hey
I'm in the driver seat hand grippin plenty wood
I see you crankin up the coupe girl you lookin good
In just a minute we'll be violating the speed limit
I love your style boo so sexy and independent
Dey call me high roller, I'm jus a trend setta
We in dem benzes, crome shoes and plenty leather
[Hook:]
Let's hit the interstate, make a couple loops
His and her benzes, 4 doors and coupes
Side by side, den we go back to back
Let's turn a few corners and spent a couple stacks
I say, let's hit the interstate, make a couple loops
His and her benzes, 4 doors and coupes
Side by side, den we go back to back
Let's turn a few corners and spent a couple stack
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"Ain't I (Remix)"
(feat. Z-Ro, Paul Wall and Yung Redd)
"Ain't I (Remix)"
(feat. Z-Ro, Paul Wall and Yung Redd)
[Lil Keke:]
That's Right
Ain't I?
Don Ke, Z-Ro The Crooked
Yung Redd, Paul Wall, baby
Ain't I
Thank I
Thank I Ain't Nigga?
Don Ke In The Building Check It Out
Ain't I, can't I, show up my swag ball
Tippin' in the drop, still ridin' with the rag off
Gotta couple of honeys, laughing out my game plan
Ain't I, Ain't I sum' like a bad man?
Say she wanna test drive, sumthin' that's fresh by
Smoking on the lemon drop, coming through extra high
Ain't I something fresh, Ain't I something clean
Bustin' niggas pockets, selling hoes dreams (okay)
Chasing after massive bucks, tougher than gorilla knucks
Sucka slow yo roll when you step on these Gucci
Knock a down, knock a out, go ahead and finish her
Hotter than a hot boy, better check the temperature
Shakin' all ya haters, try'na get close to me
Smoking on some broccoli I love making grocery
All about the cash flow these haters must see why
Yung Don Ke I'm the truth nigga, Ain't I
[Z-Ro:]
Uh, King Of The Ghetto when I'm rapping like Luther Vandross when I'm singing
A stranger when I'm dunking get to going off just to win his can't explain it
I'm the last brother you wanna fuck over, cause that ain't why
But nigga yo momma, daddy yo sister even the dawgs gotta die
I'm training the fish tank over too ain't nobody goin live to tell
There goin be another 9-11 in yo section 'fore I end up back in jail
Ain't I, that rapper that punch like a boxer in his crime
As intelligent as an executive not just a soft in homicide
It's been five years since I sat down with J-Prince and signed that line
Different way shipping for some time, I wish I could go back in time
Only a dollar bill can help me locate my nickels and dimes
So if I fuck around and completely go crazy, y'all ain't ready for me to lose my mind
Ain't I, so serious with my wordplay I make gangstas cry
The same wordplay can make the same gangstas make gangsta die
Ain't I, respected in these streets damn right
But luxury I'm in the hood with my people everyday and night
[Paul Wall:]
Ay, I gotta big ole cup of juice and a bag of that bubble
I'm topless on butter with a Screw tape that studder
Ain't I like the weather crawling down on the spiders
On the dresser is a 4-4 and 25 Lighters
Haters try to egknight us and all of the blog writers
They knock us and they bite us, but I ball them the sliders
Never go to Midas and no, I'm on that apple gloss
Paper stack my money run long like Randy Mouse
Bobbers on deck, they want a G that's papered up
Mayne hold up, I need some mo? mud up in my cup?
I got put up on game, the Don laced me up
Smoking with the King Of The Ghetto and got my mind stuck
You see that two-door fleewood on bonebuck
I'm on them roller skates, sliding like a hockey puck
It's Paul Wall baby, Ain't I the champ?
With my dawg Yung Redd, we representing for the cameras, mayne
[Yung Redd:]
Yung Redd homie!
Ah, it's ya nigga on green, ain't his paper green enough
With the bobbers so big, so get'cha calories up
Ain't I the freshest in the city, ain't my album coming soon
Ain't these other rappers sick, tell em get them better soon
Ain't I out here no mo, ain't he fly, ain't he paid
Ain't you niggas speaking on me ain't that what them hoes say
Na, I don't read the paper all the rumors ole news
Man ya swag's futuristic to get, three-thousand-two
Hundred house on deck don't say it ain't warrant
Dead presidents, I'm a real ghost monster
Ain't I blowing on tarantula my eyes Yung Redd
Spiderman flows glass super-shooting wells
Might as well special-layer, earrings retarded
Paper or plastic I'm try'na black card-ed
And we doing this for Hawk, Screw, Mo, P.A.T.
Pimp C and all the fallen, if so what I be
Yung Redd
(feat. Z-Ro, Paul Wall and Yung Redd)
"Ain't I (Remix)"
(feat. Z-Ro, Paul Wall and Yung Redd)
[Lil Keke:]
That's Right
Ain't I?
Don Ke, Z-Ro The Crooked
Yung Redd, Paul Wall, baby
Ain't I
Thank I
Thank I Ain't Nigga?
Don Ke In The Building Check It Out
Ain't I, can't I, show up my swag ball
Tippin' in the drop, still ridin' with the rag off
Gotta couple of honeys, laughing out my game plan
Ain't I, Ain't I sum' like a bad man?
Say she wanna test drive, sumthin' that's fresh by
Smoking on the lemon drop, coming through extra high
Ain't I something fresh, Ain't I something clean
Bustin' niggas pockets, selling hoes dreams (okay)
Chasing after massive bucks, tougher than gorilla knucks
Sucka slow yo roll when you step on these Gucci
Knock a down, knock a out, go ahead and finish her
Hotter than a hot boy, better check the temperature
Shakin' all ya haters, try'na get close to me
Smoking on some broccoli I love making grocery
All about the cash flow these haters must see why
Yung Don Ke I'm the truth nigga, Ain't I
[Z-Ro:]
Uh, King Of The Ghetto when I'm rapping like Luther Vandross when I'm singing
A stranger when I'm dunking get to going off just to win his can't explain it
I'm the last brother you wanna fuck over, cause that ain't why
But nigga yo momma, daddy yo sister even the dawgs gotta die
I'm training the fish tank over too ain't nobody goin live to tell
There goin be another 9-11 in yo section 'fore I end up back in jail
Ain't I, that rapper that punch like a boxer in his crime
As intelligent as an executive not just a soft in homicide
It's been five years since I sat down with J-Prince and signed that line
Different way shipping for some time, I wish I could go back in time
Only a dollar bill can help me locate my nickels and dimes
So if I fuck around and completely go crazy, y'all ain't ready for me to lose my mind
Ain't I, so serious with my wordplay I make gangstas cry
The same wordplay can make the same gangstas make gangsta die
Ain't I, respected in these streets damn right
But luxury I'm in the hood with my people everyday and night
[Paul Wall:]
Ay, I gotta big ole cup of juice and a bag of that bubble
I'm topless on butter with a Screw tape that studder
Ain't I like the weather crawling down on the spiders
On the dresser is a 4-4 and 25 Lighters
Haters try to egknight us and all of the blog writers
They knock us and they bite us, but I ball them the sliders
Never go to Midas and no, I'm on that apple gloss
Paper stack my money run long like Randy Mouse
Bobbers on deck, they want a G that's papered up
Mayne hold up, I need some mo? mud up in my cup?
I got put up on game, the Don laced me up
Smoking with the King Of The Ghetto and got my mind stuck
You see that two-door fleewood on bonebuck
I'm on them roller skates, sliding like a hockey puck
It's Paul Wall baby, Ain't I the champ?
With my dawg Yung Redd, we representing for the cameras, mayne
[Yung Redd:]
Yung Redd homie!
Ah, it's ya nigga on green, ain't his paper green enough
With the bobbers so big, so get'cha calories up
Ain't I the freshest in the city, ain't my album coming soon
Ain't these other rappers sick, tell em get them better soon
Ain't I out here no mo, ain't he fly, ain't he paid
Ain't you niggas speaking on me ain't that what them hoes say
Na, I don't read the paper all the rumors ole news
Man ya swag's futuristic to get, three-thousand-two
Hundred house on deck don't say it ain't warrant
Dead presidents, I'm a real ghost monster
Ain't I blowing on tarantula my eyes Yung Redd
Spiderman flows glass super-shooting wells
Might as well special-layer, earrings retarded
Paper or plastic I'm try'na black card-ed
And we doing this for Hawk, Screw, Mo, P.A.T.
Pimp C and all the fallen, if so what I be
Yung Redd
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- 06.07.2010
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- 30.267
"Ain't Nothing Like"
(feat. E-Rock)
"Ain't Nothing Like"
(feat. E-Rock)
[Intro:]
Oh baby, I love you girl
I love you, I feel like I'm alive
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
[Hook: x2]
It ain't nothing like, pussy
It ain't nothing like, the way the Southern playas ball
It ain't nothing like, rolling up in a candy Lac
It ain't nothing like, rolling with the top dropped back
[E-Rock:]
I do it only one way, nigga the G way
Blowing my hair back, get my dick sucked on the freeway
Creeping in a slab, getting high in the city
Ma I'm bout to bust one, please take it easy
I'm not pimping girl, do what you do
Shit it's 2003, half you hoes like pussy too
I'm not lying, I got two hoes on my dick
I's a playa, I should never have to trick
City to city, hoe after hoe
I done fucked a gang of bitches, round the world doing shows
Your boy get pussy and head, without asking
I treat the Marriott, like the Playboy mansion
Ghetto Hugh Hefner, I got a gang of hoes
I'll have 'em pulling the sheets, and biting pillows
Ask your baby mama, if that boy Rock hit her
Left her mouth back, with nuts just like a sticker
[Hook]
[Slim Thug:]
It ain't nothing like pussy, dro and drank
I keep a bad bitch to hit, and a fat sack of stank
Grey Goose and that Grand, got the best of me man
We blew a half of that 'ghan, I barely can stand
On two feet, I ain't up I'm sleep walking
And I ain't said shit, nigga that's the sweet talking
Got these hoes stalking, trying to share that pussy hole
Keep walking, or get your pussy hole swoll
I go get it, leave a hobo litted
The Boss wreck it, have you signing off in seconds
I don't need no viag', just pass the chronic bag
And watch me show off, when I get in that ass
I got a glass of that Henn, for all my non-smokers
A ounce of that chronic, for all the green chokers
If you just say no, that's mo' for me
I got dro I got drank and got plenty pussy, pussy-pussy
[Hook]
[Lil' Keke:]
I need some super bad, 28-36
Understanding my game plan, is never be a trick
She's super thick, ain't got no time to waste
Keep the dick standing tall, keep nut in her face
They call me bad mouth, never losing respect
Cause I scar they knees up, while they jerking they neck
This for y'all, bitches and hoes I got it all
This the pussy the weed, the syrup or the alcohol
I could never fall, beneath a bitch I'm getting rich
I'm all about my pimp juice, no time to switch
Ain't that funny, I guess the bitch a play bunny
The pussy is free, you know the crack cost money
Between your thighs, you know the cock get built
I'm riding 600, you know the top is peeled
You fucking with me, you getting drunk off cum
Money pussy and weed, is enough for the Don
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
[Hook]
(feat. E-Rock)
"Ain't Nothing Like"
(feat. E-Rock)
[Intro:]
Oh baby, I love you girl
I love you, I feel like I'm alive
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
[Hook: x2]
It ain't nothing like, pussy
It ain't nothing like, the way the Southern playas ball
It ain't nothing like, rolling up in a candy Lac
It ain't nothing like, rolling with the top dropped back
[E-Rock:]
I do it only one way, nigga the G way
Blowing my hair back, get my dick sucked on the freeway
Creeping in a slab, getting high in the city
Ma I'm bout to bust one, please take it easy
I'm not pimping girl, do what you do
Shit it's 2003, half you hoes like pussy too
I'm not lying, I got two hoes on my dick
I's a playa, I should never have to trick
City to city, hoe after hoe
I done fucked a gang of bitches, round the world doing shows
Your boy get pussy and head, without asking
I treat the Marriott, like the Playboy mansion
Ghetto Hugh Hefner, I got a gang of hoes
I'll have 'em pulling the sheets, and biting pillows
Ask your baby mama, if that boy Rock hit her
Left her mouth back, with nuts just like a sticker
[Hook]
[Slim Thug:]
It ain't nothing like pussy, dro and drank
I keep a bad bitch to hit, and a fat sack of stank
Grey Goose and that Grand, got the best of me man
We blew a half of that 'ghan, I barely can stand
On two feet, I ain't up I'm sleep walking
And I ain't said shit, nigga that's the sweet talking
Got these hoes stalking, trying to share that pussy hole
Keep walking, or get your pussy hole swoll
I go get it, leave a hobo litted
The Boss wreck it, have you signing off in seconds
I don't need no viag', just pass the chronic bag
And watch me show off, when I get in that ass
I got a glass of that Henn, for all my non-smokers
A ounce of that chronic, for all the green chokers
If you just say no, that's mo' for me
I got dro I got drank and got plenty pussy, pussy-pussy
[Hook]
[Lil' Keke:]
I need some super bad, 28-36
Understanding my game plan, is never be a trick
She's super thick, ain't got no time to waste
Keep the dick standing tall, keep nut in her face
They call me bad mouth, never losing respect
Cause I scar they knees up, while they jerking they neck
This for y'all, bitches and hoes I got it all
This the pussy the weed, the syrup or the alcohol
I could never fall, beneath a bitch I'm getting rich
I'm all about my pimp juice, no time to switch
Ain't that funny, I guess the bitch a play bunny
The pussy is free, you know the crack cost money
Between your thighs, you know the cock get built
I'm riding 600, you know the top is peeled
You fucking with me, you getting drunk off cum
Money pussy and weed, is enough for the Don
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
[Hook]
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"All Fours"
(feat. Yung Redd & Shawt Dawg)
"All Fours"
(feat. Yung Redd & Shawt Dawg)
And now ladies and gentlemen
The one and only may-backer...
[Chorus]
I got the coupe sitting on all fours
I keep the prettiest of bitches, on all fours
Double cup on all fours
Lately, just tell me what's it all fo'
And what the fuck is going on
You know I'm smoking on strong
And what the fuck is going on
Music up, while I'm blowing on strong
[Yung Redd]
All I ever did, was made money in the fishes
Turning up with pennies, trying to work up to a bitch
Reagan-era born into the world, that's a prison
Tomorrow ain't given, tomorrow ain't given
Ken Dog, what you see on television
Turn a ordinary bitch, into a video vixen
They say bullets ain't got no name on em
I beg to differ, niggaz starving and they fade on em
Innocent, until the world made me hard
Made me bowl it up and blow, Nintendo carteridge
Made em pay, for me to talk like a pay phone
Black Camaro, on them black lips Grace Jones
[Chorus]
[Lil' Keke]
I'm in the studio, blowing on some'ing loud
It's Don Ke, bitch yeah I made my block proud
Still in the parking lot, entertaining three hoes
I'm one deep, in that two seater on all fo's
Music blasting, space age and futuristic
Nothing but bad hoes, my taste is too specific
Real nigga, with his top off and no drama
Blowing presidential strong, nigga Obama
I'm on my hustle, steady looking for that double up
We out here leaning, and they fiending for that double cup
24 inches, pretty bitches know I'm grown
It's 7-13, what the fuck is going on
[Chorus]
[Shawt Dawg]
Just waking up in the morning, gotta thank God
She with me, same color as the paint job
And you gotta ride candy, here where we stay
Suicide do's, all fo's like pre-k
S.U.C. on replay, arm broken patch it
I woke up to a threesome, I'm going for the hat trick
Glock sitting here, cruise in traffic with my hat low
My top disappeared, doing magic like Orlando
I stay dranked out, from Sunnyside so I claim Scott
Fo' thousand, better keep a closed mouth you can't box
Coming down like rain drops, this oil got me on tilt
When your lighters on screen, so I'm higher than stilts
[Chorus]
(feat. Yung Redd & Shawt Dawg)
"All Fours"
(feat. Yung Redd & Shawt Dawg)
And now ladies and gentlemen
The one and only may-backer...
[Chorus]
I got the coupe sitting on all fours
I keep the prettiest of bitches, on all fours
Double cup on all fours
Lately, just tell me what's it all fo'
And what the fuck is going on
You know I'm smoking on strong
And what the fuck is going on
Music up, while I'm blowing on strong
[Yung Redd]
All I ever did, was made money in the fishes
Turning up with pennies, trying to work up to a bitch
Reagan-era born into the world, that's a prison
Tomorrow ain't given, tomorrow ain't given
Ken Dog, what you see on television
Turn a ordinary bitch, into a video vixen
They say bullets ain't got no name on em
I beg to differ, niggaz starving and they fade on em
Innocent, until the world made me hard
Made me bowl it up and blow, Nintendo carteridge
Made em pay, for me to talk like a pay phone
Black Camaro, on them black lips Grace Jones
[Chorus]
[Lil' Keke]
I'm in the studio, blowing on some'ing loud
It's Don Ke, bitch yeah I made my block proud
Still in the parking lot, entertaining three hoes
I'm one deep, in that two seater on all fo's
Music blasting, space age and futuristic
Nothing but bad hoes, my taste is too specific
Real nigga, with his top off and no drama
Blowing presidential strong, nigga Obama
I'm on my hustle, steady looking for that double up
We out here leaning, and they fiending for that double cup
24 inches, pretty bitches know I'm grown
It's 7-13, what the fuck is going on
[Chorus]
[Shawt Dawg]
Just waking up in the morning, gotta thank God
She with me, same color as the paint job
And you gotta ride candy, here where we stay
Suicide do's, all fo's like pre-k
S.U.C. on replay, arm broken patch it
I woke up to a threesome, I'm going for the hat trick
Glock sitting here, cruise in traffic with my hat low
My top disappeared, doing magic like Orlando
I stay dranked out, from Sunnyside so I claim Scott
Fo' thousand, better keep a closed mouth you can't box
Coming down like rain drops, this oil got me on tilt
When your lighters on screen, so I'm higher than stilts
[Chorus]
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"All Hood"
(feat. Big Pokey & Mike D)
"All Hood"
(feat. Big Pokey & Mike D)
[Talking:]
That's right ok, Don Ke the H-Town legend
Big Pokey, triple see that's what it is this how it do
[Chorus:]
It's all hood (hood), it's all love (love)
It's all hood (hood), it's all love (love)
It's all hood (hood), it's all love
My block to your block, you fucking with a real thug
[Lil' Keke:]
Herschelwood repping my block, this shit gravy
A hundred deep floating them thangs, just like the Navy
Gangstas out here showing me love, I'm feeling good
Like a youngster out here selling them stones, I'm in the hood
I'm repping, 7-13 and still mean
Screwed Up Click still doing it big, and on the scene
Like a beast, from the South to the East it's no stopping
The rag off, rolling the drop them hoes bopping
I'm clocking and getting this cash, I'm just a thug
Ain't no playing, when I'm fitting that plug it's all love
Don Ke the H-Town G, we spitting heat
Getting paid and I'm staying on feet, in these streets
[Chorus]
[Big Pokey:]
Got a key note for the bread, bitch I'm a hauler
From the South all the way to the West, we get to mañana
Fo' do' I'm up in the Porsche, I'm bout to peel off
And I just copped me a cruiser, ripping the seal off
They say the West weed, that's the best weed
They say this tool'll wet a nigga, like he jet ski'd
It's all good, my block Scott block
Play games, and get your motherfucking top dropped
We some hood niggaz, it's jumping in here
It's Yellowstone Herschelwood, got company here
I stay ready, like one in the chamber
Nigga stay in your lane, 'fore you run into danger
[Chorus]
[Mike D:]
It's Boss Hogg Corle', king of the drank game
Run it back from Cali, like a dog but for the coach mayn
Cardier aviators, navigating the Navigator
Eye touch remote, ass sitting on alligator
Blue gems cooling baby, laying on my chest
Yapping on that iPhone, bout to cash a check
Can't believe I went legit, shoulda did it ten years ago
But story space is full of cases, threw me for a loop though
Part about it gorgeous, twenty five at a time
Ol' simple ass niggaz, ya'll just make words rhyme
This shit I really live, shoulda warrant fed time
But the laws show me mercy, it's my destiny to shine cause uh
[Chorus]
(feat. Big Pokey & Mike D)
"All Hood"
(feat. Big Pokey & Mike D)
[Talking:]
That's right ok, Don Ke the H-Town legend
Big Pokey, triple see that's what it is this how it do
[Chorus:]
It's all hood (hood), it's all love (love)
It's all hood (hood), it's all love (love)
It's all hood (hood), it's all love
My block to your block, you fucking with a real thug
[Lil' Keke:]
Herschelwood repping my block, this shit gravy
A hundred deep floating them thangs, just like the Navy
Gangstas out here showing me love, I'm feeling good
Like a youngster out here selling them stones, I'm in the hood
I'm repping, 7-13 and still mean
Screwed Up Click still doing it big, and on the scene
Like a beast, from the South to the East it's no stopping
The rag off, rolling the drop them hoes bopping
I'm clocking and getting this cash, I'm just a thug
Ain't no playing, when I'm fitting that plug it's all love
Don Ke the H-Town G, we spitting heat
Getting paid and I'm staying on feet, in these streets
[Chorus]
[Big Pokey:]
Got a key note for the bread, bitch I'm a hauler
From the South all the way to the West, we get to mañana
Fo' do' I'm up in the Porsche, I'm bout to peel off
And I just copped me a cruiser, ripping the seal off
They say the West weed, that's the best weed
They say this tool'll wet a nigga, like he jet ski'd
It's all good, my block Scott block
Play games, and get your motherfucking top dropped
We some hood niggaz, it's jumping in here
It's Yellowstone Herschelwood, got company here
I stay ready, like one in the chamber
Nigga stay in your lane, 'fore you run into danger
[Chorus]
[Mike D:]
It's Boss Hogg Corle', king of the drank game
Run it back from Cali, like a dog but for the coach mayn
Cardier aviators, navigating the Navigator
Eye touch remote, ass sitting on alligator
Blue gems cooling baby, laying on my chest
Yapping on that iPhone, bout to cash a check
Can't believe I went legit, shoulda did it ten years ago
But story space is full of cases, threw me for a loop though
Part about it gorgeous, twenty five at a time
Ol' simple ass niggaz, ya'll just make words rhyme
This shit I really live, shoulda warrant fed time
But the laws show me mercy, it's my destiny to shine cause uh
[Chorus]
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"All Ready"
(feat. Bun B, Mike Jones)
"All Ready"
(feat. Bun B, Mike Jones)
[Talking]
You know it's still U.G.K. for life
Free that boy Pimp C, we keeping it trill down here baby
Already, that boy Keke the Don, Mike Jones
And Bun B, we gon show you how we do it baby
[Bun B]
Well I'm an underground king fool, sitting on the throne
Flipping through the South, in my Cadillac chrome
Showing boys love, making moves breaking bread
My nose to the ground, trying to keep my family fed
A lot done been said, but ain't much been done yet
Boys bumping they gums, from sun up to sunset
Bout what they gon do, and what I won't do
They think they wanna see me crunk, but they don't want to
Cause I get fired up, in any jump off
I get that ride pump, and let it dump off
Cause ain't no slowing down, when it be po'ing down
Best to move around, when them Texas boys is throwing down
We don't talk about it baby, we just do it
I thought you knew it, ain't nothing to it
So if you need me fool, you know just where to find me
In V.A., with all of Texas behind me already
[Hook]
Are you really feeling good tonight, (already)
Are you gon represent your hood tonight, (already)
Cause the drinks on me, and the bar tab heavy
Scream it like you mean it, when you say (already)
Well do you got a icy piece on your chain, (already)
Well what about your watch, your wrist and your ring (already)
If it's your Lac or your Benz, or your old school Cheve
Scream it like you mean it, when you say (already)
[Lil' Keke]
Boys just be talking, haters just be bumping
I'm riding up the slab, in my old school thumping
Trunk just barking, flossing no parking
Jackers playing games, and they days get darkened
The Don (already), got your gun (already)
Cause it's 84's and 4's, candy do's on a Cheve
(already), know I'm saying down here that's how we say it
T.V. screens four fifteens, navigation's how I play it
Get your grind on, and I'll get mine on
This for 7-1-3, Central time zone
It's the fly way the highway, we taking a risk
They say them country boys crazy, when they listen to this
Bun B, Mike Jones and Lil' Keke the Don
I know boys be shooting slugs, but I'm so teflon
From the 8100 block, whether you like it or not
It was a struggle from the bottom, but I'm back on top already
[Hook]
[Mike Jones]
It's already been proven, we winning y'all losing
Cause Mike Jones, Bun B and Lil' Ke is who they choosing
I'm proving, to all them non believers that refuse me
That if you grind you gon shine, there's nothing to it
I flip candy with the gloss, diamonds on the cross
A million dollar house, with the platinum in my mouth
(already) I leave the lot drop the top, candy on Perelli
whomikejones.com, or you can hit me on my celly
G'yeah, 281-330-8004
Who's cell phone number is that, (Mike Jones)
I use to move stones, now I'm on the microphone
Getting my cash on, (already-already)
I use to move stones, now I'm on the microphone
Getting my cash on, (already-already)
I said I use to move stones, now I'm on the microphone
Getting my cash on, (already)
[Hook]
(feat. Bun B, Mike Jones)
"All Ready"
(feat. Bun B, Mike Jones)
[Talking]
You know it's still U.G.K. for life
Free that boy Pimp C, we keeping it trill down here baby
Already, that boy Keke the Don, Mike Jones
And Bun B, we gon show you how we do it baby
[Bun B]
Well I'm an underground king fool, sitting on the throne
Flipping through the South, in my Cadillac chrome
Showing boys love, making moves breaking bread
My nose to the ground, trying to keep my family fed
A lot done been said, but ain't much been done yet
Boys bumping they gums, from sun up to sunset
Bout what they gon do, and what I won't do
They think they wanna see me crunk, but they don't want to
Cause I get fired up, in any jump off
I get that ride pump, and let it dump off
Cause ain't no slowing down, when it be po'ing down
Best to move around, when them Texas boys is throwing down
We don't talk about it baby, we just do it
I thought you knew it, ain't nothing to it
So if you need me fool, you know just where to find me
In V.A., with all of Texas behind me already
[Hook]
Are you really feeling good tonight, (already)
Are you gon represent your hood tonight, (already)
Cause the drinks on me, and the bar tab heavy
Scream it like you mean it, when you say (already)
Well do you got a icy piece on your chain, (already)
Well what about your watch, your wrist and your ring (already)
If it's your Lac or your Benz, or your old school Cheve
Scream it like you mean it, when you say (already)
[Lil' Keke]
Boys just be talking, haters just be bumping
I'm riding up the slab, in my old school thumping
Trunk just barking, flossing no parking
Jackers playing games, and they days get darkened
The Don (already), got your gun (already)
Cause it's 84's and 4's, candy do's on a Cheve
(already), know I'm saying down here that's how we say it
T.V. screens four fifteens, navigation's how I play it
Get your grind on, and I'll get mine on
This for 7-1-3, Central time zone
It's the fly way the highway, we taking a risk
They say them country boys crazy, when they listen to this
Bun B, Mike Jones and Lil' Keke the Don
I know boys be shooting slugs, but I'm so teflon
From the 8100 block, whether you like it or not
It was a struggle from the bottom, but I'm back on top already
[Hook]
[Mike Jones]
It's already been proven, we winning y'all losing
Cause Mike Jones, Bun B and Lil' Ke is who they choosing
I'm proving, to all them non believers that refuse me
That if you grind you gon shine, there's nothing to it
I flip candy with the gloss, diamonds on the cross
A million dollar house, with the platinum in my mouth
(already) I leave the lot drop the top, candy on Perelli
whomikejones.com, or you can hit me on my celly
G'yeah, 281-330-8004
Who's cell phone number is that, (Mike Jones)
I use to move stones, now I'm on the microphone
Getting my cash on, (already-already)
I use to move stones, now I'm on the microphone
Getting my cash on, (already-already)
I said I use to move stones, now I'm on the microphone
Getting my cash on, (already)
[Hook]
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"All This Cash On Me"
(feat. Killa Kyleon)
"All This Cash On Me"
(feat. Killa Kyleon)
Tell them niggas ok
Quality street music on deck
Revolutionary anthem
This is the captain
Kill Bill in the building
Every hood nigga stand up to this
We hustle to survive doing whatever just to eat
So fuck a 9-5 we gon get it out the streets
Stay calm for the grind cuz they put me on feet
I'm a fool in the kitchen, I'm a motherfucker beast
I'm in the high twenty so my prices ain't steep
That mean I came cheap competition can't compete
Thank God for the hustle, thank god for the hustle
Thank God for the hustle, thank god for the hustle
Thank God for the hustle
We hustle any other nigga [?] no sleep
Spring, winter, fall, summer time in the heat
Up and down i-10 like I'm hot shottin
With the hard working corn but its not popping
Throw it in the microwaves like a hot pocket
That overwhelming scent that's what I got locking
Make the [?] get class like I'm shot blocking
Motumbo work my risk that's how I got watches
President Gerolly and my besel sick
That mean they call that code there's levels to this shit
Til I count a meek milliony bitch I'm going in
Game seven I'm Lebron bitch I play to win
I make the weight hard and I'm a Houston Rocket
And you can ask them other turners nigga Houston got it
Leaning on these nigga til I fall asleep
It's time to order bitch I gotta eat
[Chorus:]
I came here to set the streets on fire
I won't stop until my whole block high
I got all this cash on me
I got all this cash on me
They told me get it none stop
Go to my block rock
If I see it and I want it, I get it that's how I want
I got all this cash on me
I got all this cash on me
Hit out the park, top a the ball game
All you nigas hate, I'm glad that ya'll came
Did it for the streets never for myself
Don Ke motherfucka the swag is somethin else
The top still near, the block still here
Hard head only ride
Yea the block still here
That's just captain, repping for that family
Hatters gotta sit back down they can't stand me
Seven thirteen, the dream is no phony
Stepping in here with thirty bands on me, homie
I say each time that I love to ball
I keep a lot a cash on me, ready to spend it all
Hustle non stop, do this for my city
I won't stop until my whole block get it
I got all this cash on me yeah, I still grind just like a G
[Chorus]
(feat. Killa Kyleon)
"All This Cash On Me"
(feat. Killa Kyleon)
Tell them niggas ok
Quality street music on deck
Revolutionary anthem
This is the captain
Kill Bill in the building
Every hood nigga stand up to this
We hustle to survive doing whatever just to eat
So fuck a 9-5 we gon get it out the streets
Stay calm for the grind cuz they put me on feet
I'm a fool in the kitchen, I'm a motherfucker beast
I'm in the high twenty so my prices ain't steep
That mean I came cheap competition can't compete
Thank God for the hustle, thank god for the hustle
Thank God for the hustle, thank god for the hustle
Thank God for the hustle
We hustle any other nigga [?] no sleep
Spring, winter, fall, summer time in the heat
Up and down i-10 like I'm hot shottin
With the hard working corn but its not popping
Throw it in the microwaves like a hot pocket
That overwhelming scent that's what I got locking
Make the [?] get class like I'm shot blocking
Motumbo work my risk that's how I got watches
President Gerolly and my besel sick
That mean they call that code there's levels to this shit
Til I count a meek milliony bitch I'm going in
Game seven I'm Lebron bitch I play to win
I make the weight hard and I'm a Houston Rocket
And you can ask them other turners nigga Houston got it
Leaning on these nigga til I fall asleep
It's time to order bitch I gotta eat
[Chorus:]
I came here to set the streets on fire
I won't stop until my whole block high
I got all this cash on me
I got all this cash on me
They told me get it none stop
Go to my block rock
If I see it and I want it, I get it that's how I want
I got all this cash on me
I got all this cash on me
Hit out the park, top a the ball game
All you nigas hate, I'm glad that ya'll came
Did it for the streets never for myself
Don Ke motherfucka the swag is somethin else
The top still near, the block still here
Hard head only ride
Yea the block still here
That's just captain, repping for that family
Hatters gotta sit back down they can't stand me
Seven thirteen, the dream is no phony
Stepping in here with thirty bands on me, homie
I say each time that I love to ball
I keep a lot a cash on me, ready to spend it all
Hustle non stop, do this for my city
I won't stop until my whole block get it
I got all this cash on me yeah, I still grind just like a G
[Chorus]
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"Angel"
"Angel"
[Talking:]
Nodd Factor, C.M.G. yeah
This for my angels man, watching over me
Where my angels at, here we go now
What where my angels at, where my angels at
[Lil' Keke:]
They tell me sky's the limit, so I'm reaching to get it all
Talk that talk, 'fore you walk you gotta crawl
A lifetime, for me to live my dream
I'm trying to slow down, and make it through the drama I seen
Oh yeah I'm at the church, for confession again
My days are getting cold, think I'm trapped in the wind
I wanna turn it back, but the clock keeps rolling
Trying to make it better, with the loot we holding
Fa sho man, that's how I'm living it out
It's a journey to the top, and I'ma ride no doubt
So I sit back, as the angels float by
Continue with my blessings from the Lord, I know why
That thugs mayn, get a special kind of love
The kind that's sent, from the heaven up above
For real, I'm on my knees and I'm praying
This angel on my shoulder and uh, she got me saying
[Hook: x2]
Angeeel, oooooh-ooooh
Angel, hmmm-hmm
[Lil' Keke:]
Shining and rapping, flossing and capping
My son in my life, that's the best that happened
I stay low key, live my days as a loner
Preacher man say, the blessing around the corner
I raise up, keep my head above water
My nickels to dimes, and my dimes to quarters
A constant struggle, for my hustle to bubble
For my ends to meet, for my cash to double
Now that's more trouble, cause I'm looking to sin
Steady asking for forgiveness, but I do it again
Let em know, that the angel always watching your back
Even when you turning blocks, trying to flip you a pack
Here we go I know I'm grown, but I do what I can
Sometimes you gotta stand up, and just be a man
For real I'm on my knees, to the Lord I'm praying
It's a angel on my shoulder and uh, she got me saying
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Keke:]
The streets is watching, and the lights is dim
Will we make it out the ghetto, the chance is slim
This for all of them, who be knocking him
Nodd Factor C.M.G., play above the rim
Get your money young man, mama told me that
Don't bite the hand that feed, mama showed me that
So I'm strolling back, to a time befo'
A seed that gotta blossom, I got time to grow
Even though I'm fighting hard, it's a mission to rise
See the angels flying by, when I open my eyes
Now I realize, that I was made to rhyme
See the clouds from above, know it's time to shine
So I gotta unwind, let the game unfold
It's your life go on live it, man that's what I was told
So I'm staying on my knees, to the Lord I'm praying
It's a angel on my shoulder and uh, she got me saying
[Hook x2]
"Angel"
[Talking:]
Nodd Factor, C.M.G. yeah
This for my angels man, watching over me
Where my angels at, here we go now
What where my angels at, where my angels at
[Lil' Keke:]
They tell me sky's the limit, so I'm reaching to get it all
Talk that talk, 'fore you walk you gotta crawl
A lifetime, for me to live my dream
I'm trying to slow down, and make it through the drama I seen
Oh yeah I'm at the church, for confession again
My days are getting cold, think I'm trapped in the wind
I wanna turn it back, but the clock keeps rolling
Trying to make it better, with the loot we holding
Fa sho man, that's how I'm living it out
It's a journey to the top, and I'ma ride no doubt
So I sit back, as the angels float by
Continue with my blessings from the Lord, I know why
That thugs mayn, get a special kind of love
The kind that's sent, from the heaven up above
For real, I'm on my knees and I'm praying
This angel on my shoulder and uh, she got me saying
[Hook: x2]
Angeeel, oooooh-ooooh
Angel, hmmm-hmm
[Lil' Keke:]
Shining and rapping, flossing and capping
My son in my life, that's the best that happened
I stay low key, live my days as a loner
Preacher man say, the blessing around the corner
I raise up, keep my head above water
My nickels to dimes, and my dimes to quarters
A constant struggle, for my hustle to bubble
For my ends to meet, for my cash to double
Now that's more trouble, cause I'm looking to sin
Steady asking for forgiveness, but I do it again
Let em know, that the angel always watching your back
Even when you turning blocks, trying to flip you a pack
Here we go I know I'm grown, but I do what I can
Sometimes you gotta stand up, and just be a man
For real I'm on my knees, to the Lord I'm praying
It's a angel on my shoulder and uh, she got me saying
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Keke:]
The streets is watching, and the lights is dim
Will we make it out the ghetto, the chance is slim
This for all of them, who be knocking him
Nodd Factor C.M.G., play above the rim
Get your money young man, mama told me that
Don't bite the hand that feed, mama showed me that
So I'm strolling back, to a time befo'
A seed that gotta blossom, I got time to grow
Even though I'm fighting hard, it's a mission to rise
See the angels flying by, when I open my eyes
Now I realize, that I was made to rhyme
See the clouds from above, know it's time to shine
So I gotta unwind, let the game unfold
It's your life go on live it, man that's what I was told
So I'm staying on my knees, to the Lord I'm praying
It's a angel on my shoulder and uh, she got me saying
[Hook x2]