I get more I miss you I miss you Toss and meet her arm I get mad I miss you I miss you Some nights when we lay back, yea I get more I mean it I miss you
's necessary to scratch it Baby all I wanna do is swallow one and two Smoke a little bit and follow one of you Back home when the party ends So tonight
the map, Ninety one was my shit I'm trying to take it back, To when writers ran the line and transits ran the gambit, My memories the paint, let the track
these 20 acrobatic tricks in a row, one, two, three, four, five... Splits, spread eagles, back flips, flip flops, one right after the other. Well, this one
shook to see a little nigga come back Blowin holes in your tracks, watching freaks react Let's take it back, in the Group Home talkin with mack These hoes with tracks
so i just attract the realer audience usually unjustly black know my flow and the shit they go just match like the sound of my voice and a choice just track
uh tryna escape the map 91' was my shit im tryna take it back to when writers ran the line and transits ran the gambit my memories the paint let the track
Park With George"] [Barbra:] Look, I've spent a lot of time working on this [Producer 1:] Look, no one's gonna buy it -- no one. [Producer 2:] No one
watchin to many movies These cats is fruity and got it mixed up like smoothies Who are we? Yours truly, fist in the air like Huey Smoke 'em one-by-one
Clappin on command like a studio, audience You could take a dope sample, chop it up or loop it But still can't freak it like Joe, some cats proved it [Hook x2
the cynical/ I like to scramble words around until I make them sensible/ One-dimensional voices cry like primadonnas/ While we stretch hip-hop from Sugar Hill to Futurama? (Hook) (Verse #2
m dabbing with my man Diamond D, right Tell you a little story, listen close to what I say When I stole one's car cause they home all day So I jumped
