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Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Monday, November 19, 2012
LYRICS: BURNING THE SAINT
THE COUP OUTSIDE… WE IN THE BUILDING CHILLIN/
THE WORKERS ON THE CORNER… THE COOKER IN THE KITCHEN/
WE GOT LOOK OUTS ALL OVER… AND SO IS NIGGAS FEELINGS/
THE SHOOTERS IN THE HALLWAY… PLAYING THEY POSITIONS/
STICKY GETTING HIGH… HIS TRIGGER FINGER ITCHING/
DIGI ON PHONE ARGUING WITH HIS BITCHES/
THE RUMOR IS NIGGAS GETTING $450 A QUARTER/
DAAAMN… AND THATS AFTER IT HIT THE WATER/
RIP JEFF SLAUGHTER… HE BROUGHT'M IN THE HONDA/
USTA DROP THEM THANGS OFF RIGHT IN FRONT OF MOMMA/
FRY THE CHICKEN IN THE KITCHEN RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY GRANDMA/
MY AUNTY OWED ME MONEY… I WENT & GOT THE HAMMER/
MY POPS WAS IN THE SLAMMER… MY AC WAS IN THE SLAMMER… WHO AM I KIDDING HALF MY BLOCK WAS IN THE SLAMMER/
DRUG DEALER GRAMMAR, THUG NIGGA MANNERS/
I LEARNED TO BE HUMBLE.. QUIT BEING SKANLESS/
CHANCE OVER CHARITY, CUT COLOR CLARITY/
WITHIN THESE FOUR BLOCKS… IM FUCKING CELEBRITY/
BEING ME IS WHAT YOU'LL NVR BE/
WHAT I SEEN… YOU'LL NVR SEE/
IMA DOG OF DIFFERENT PEDIGREE/
U LAY WITH A DOG U GET FLEAS… PLEASE/
TURN THE LIGHTS OFF I GOTTA HANGOVER/
TIE A ROPE AROUND HIS THROAT WATCH'M HANG OVER/
I LEFT DRUNK BUT I CAME SOBER/
THE ONLY I WAY I REMEMBER THE SEX IS IF I CAME SOBER/
THE CHANGING OF THE GUARDS… THIS THE CHANGEOVER
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Sunday, November 4, 2012
LYRICS: MASERATI [YOU ONLY DIE ONCE]
CHORUS:
MY DOG GOT A NEW MASERATI… WE FEENA ROLL TO THE CLUB & STUNT/
WHEN U PULL UP IN A MASERATI… U CAN BAG ANY BITCH U WANT/
WE PULL UP IN THAT MASERATI… AND PARK THAT BITCH IN THE FRONT/
ITS NOT A MAZDA ITS A MASERATI… WE CAN BUY A NEW EVERY MONTH (WHAT)
VRS 1:
PULL UP IN THAT QUATTRO, THANK GOD FOR THEM VATOS/
THANK GOD FORGIATO'S CRAWLIN OVER THESE POTHOLES/
CAR FULL OF THEM HOT HOES,(WHOO) AC FOR THEM HOT HOES/ (WHOO)
EARS ICED AND MY WATCH FROZE, MY GUN HOT BUT MY HEART COLD/
SLOW DOWN FOR THE POLICE (POLICE)… U THEM BITCHES HATING/(HATIN)
TAP THAT ATT (TAP IT)…CUZ YA KNOW THEM BITCHES WAITIN/ (WAITN) [TURN VOL DOWN]
UNDER INVESTIGATION ON PROBATION SO WE CANT CATCH NO NEW CASES/
IM TALKIN 500 OF THEM THOROBRED'S & ALL THEM BITCHES THEY RACING/
THATS 100 BANDS IN YALL FACES, 100 BANDS IN ALL FACES/
HE GOT 100 BANDS IN HIS DRIVEWAY… I GOT 100 BANDS IN MY BASEMENTS/
100 GRAMS IN MY PYREX I BET IT JUMP TO A EIGHTY/
6 BIRDS INA CAR SEAT… STRAPPED UP LIKE A BABY/
BITCH NIGGAS WANNA TALK BEEF… LEAVE'M WRAPPED UP LIKA BABY/
WITH MY ICE ON AND THE LIGHTS OFF U MIGHT MISTAKE ME FOR BABY/
IN THAT RIDE MY DOG GOT OUTSIDE U MIGHT MISTAKE ME FOR JAY Z/
KEEP THAT D, WHITE BOY, THAT MM U MIGHT MISTAKE ME FOR SHADY/
CHORUS:
DIGI A NEW MASERATI… WE FEENA ROLL TO THE CLUB & STUNT/
WHEN U PULL UP IN A MASERATI… U CAN BAG ANY BITCH U WANT/
WE PULL UP IN THAT MASERATI… AND PARK THAT BITCH IN THE FRONT/
ITS NOT A MAZDA ITS A MASERATI… WE CAN BUY A NEW EVERY MONTH (WHAT)
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