scene, I mean Gang bangin' ain't go' never cease As long as there's streets, police and heat, dope rocks and weed Chronic, empty stomachs and mouths to feed Who want
Yo just man, gimma a heat rock man DGL we back in the club again, ya know? Holla J-Jeah j-jeah j-jeah bounce! easy Ya heard? We back, bitches Don't be
[Chorus: X2] Tell me what you're lookin' for, what you want? Look inside my trunk you can find what you want [Kane] 1008 grams in the trunk, that's
.E.A.M. Which failed, I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much Tryin' to get a clutch at what I could not
man, you really want some of this 'Cause I'm a bad man I'm a bad man, you know I'm ready to rock Call me a bad man, trying to keep the blocks on hot I'm just a bad man, you really want
some food [MURS] Alright, this is the best I can do. . . what do you want? [Aesop Rock] Aesop's getting hungry [MURS] Well what do you want? [Aesop Rock
Swallowed my mother when she was hollow Who can blame a woman like her, singular parent One love already dissolved and the solution left polluted Two kids with a father who
little class like half days and the confidence to overlook my past ways time heals all, and heels hurt to walk in but they go with the clutch that you
A.M. Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not...
clutches I want you for self like wealth so play me closely Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me? Only a hard dozen want to be callin
, yeah, come on, come on Yeah, yeah, come on, come on, come on Check it out, check it out Yo, yo, yo, who the fuck is that nigga rhymin' on the mic? Who
up emcees get wet up with lyrical gun pellets, I blow up the spot when it's time to rock I speak out - my voicebox peak out at a hundred watts who wanna
you to make up your bean About what's left of your evening About whether to flake out or fecking stay out What do you make of this doubt? The devil wants
your throne? I need a tight compadre Who will teach me how to rock My father thinks you're evil But man, he can suck a rock Rock is not the Devil's
sing our lullaby Come on Excuse me miss, I'm the shit (Do you want me to do it?) You should come, hang wit me, basically (Do you want me to do it?) Hold
Chorus: X2 Tell me what you're lookin' for, what you want? Look inside my trunk you can find what you want [Kane] 1008 grams in the trunk, that's a Kilo
us rock the set We cast the mold bust it cold explode Mega trendsetters known around the globe Friends takin' you where you never been We done what we wanted craftin' poems You can rock