You motherfuckers do your job and roll up and watch how we roll up and I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so I take a sip of that yak, I to fuck I take a hit of that chronic, it got me But what's amazing is how I keep blazing Towel under the door until the days end Puff, puff pass, don't fuck up rotation Hypnotic for Henny, now nigga that's chaser Turn nothing to something now pimpin' a savior Best things are now pimp and get your paper High off the ground of skyscraper Too low thinkin' we local, come on homie, we
We (come on, homie, we major)
Feeling better than some head on a Sunday Better than a chick that say yes to Until you have a daughter, that's what I call And you pray to god she grow breasts too soon. Projects to' up, gang signs is up Niggas hats broke off how we grow up Why else you think shorty's rhymes just to blow up? Get they first car and then IRS up He ain't never had but he had that nine Nigga come flickin' and he had that shine Put two and two in a little bad weather Gon' be a family on that funeral line Ask the reverend was the strip club cool if my help send a pretty girl through school That's all I like wino's want they good whiskey I in the Klan, but I brought my hood with me
You motherfuckers better do job and roll up and watch how we roll up and I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so I a sip of that yak, I want to fuck I take a hit of that chronic, it got me But what's amazing is how I keep blazing Towel under the door smoke until the end Puff, puff then pass, don't up rotation Hypnotic for Henny, now nigga your chaser Turn nothing to something now that's a savior Best things are green now pimp and get your off the ground instead of skyscraper Too low thinkin' we local, on homie, we major
I heard the beat and I know what to write First line, should it be the hos or the ice? Four-four's or black Christ? Both would be nice Rap big paper or the black man's plight At the console asked my man to the right What this sound like, should I freestyle or write? He said, Nas, what the want is Illmatic, Stillmatic Picked up the pad and pencil and jotted what I Been like 12 since a nigga first signed Now I'm a agent And I'm thinking time To build my own Motown rappers be deprived of executive 9 to 5s And it hurts to see companies be stealing the life And I love to give my blood sweat and to the mic So copped the LPs and y'all fiends got dealt I'm Jesse Jackson on the balcony where got killed I survived the niggas around Lasting than more than half of you clowns Look, I used to cook I had the game took Either way my change like Sam Cooke.
Feeling better than I felt before today Like late than never is orientation Still we can make it better throwing all cares away
You motherfuckers better do job and roll up and watch how we roll up and I can't control it, can't it, it's so nuts I take a sip of yak, I want to fuck I take a hit of that chronic, it got me But really what's is how I keep blazing Towel under the smoke until the days end Puff, puff then pass, fuck up rotation Hypnotic for Henny, now that's your chaser Turn to something now pimpin' that's a savior Best things are green now and get your paper High off the instead of skyscraper Too low we local, come on homie, we major