Tekst piosenki
[Intro]:
„Ah we were lucky. Good solid rock.”
[Mammoth Smoke]:
Cooked it
[Verse: Mammoth Smoke]
Bitch get out the car
Geeked up off them bars
When I was little
I used to think I’m god
Why’s life so hard though?
I want to be good
But I’ve gotta do evil things when I’m living in the hood. (bang, bang)
Misunderstood
Understatement
What’s good
Nothing mane
Waiting to bend this corner
So I can go feed my baby mama
Momma, please don’t blame me
If I hit an early grave
I’m sorry it didn’t work out the way
I said it would but that’s okay
Because that day has not yet came
Excuse me while I cook this caine
I chop this rock
That flocka flame is in that pot
I’m smoking lots
I run that train
I’m on the block
A Glock ain’t nothing where I come from
A body ain’t nothing where I come from
But you probably ain’t up on that down dirty
I’m going to town see you serve on Thursday
Get your swerve on Friday
Got church on Sunday
Got shot five times in the stomach that murder case
But I bet they don’t find that burner
All my girls need stirrups
Only g’s sip syrup
Tussionex get nervous
I can’t walk,I’m Perceival
Overdose type servings
M.S. from the M.K. that 5th 13 bank gang
That chief keef, bang bang
Beat the fuck up out the block like I’m L-E-N
When I’m with the Thanggod you know we’re keeping things Nigerian
From dusk til dawn Quentin. I’m fucking all these women
I Turn into a vampire. I’m killing all these women
I’m in the fucking film biz. The whole game is scripted like that superbowl shit is
I win that shit MK Fatality finish him
Diminishing them replenishing heavenly energy then channeling that into force beyond men
Mammoth Smoke gon’ tell ‘em. I ain’t lying got four felonies. If I am bitch I’m a skellington
Lil B is up in heaven with me. H.O.F. Ken Griffey. Hall of Fame nominee
Compliment me, geez, I’m popping off..
The fucking nerve of these.. honestly….
Get some fucking manners
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