yeaaaa buddy
• Written by user667229150
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, breh, it's time.
It's time, breh (aight, breh, begin).
Straight out the green dungeons of rap.
The map drops deep as does my argo.
I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the bre of embargo.
Beyond the walls of dawg, life is defined.
I think of chinese when I'm in a francisco state of mind.
Hope the deck got some wreck.
My trek don't like no dirty neck.
Run up to the cheque and get the tech.
In a francisco state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The yellow map?
You complain about rap.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the rap.
I'm rappin' to the money,
And I'm gonna move your honey.
Red, purple, blue, like a check
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a deck.
I can't take the rap, can't take the em.
I woulda tried to talk I guess I got no stem.
I'm rappin' to the honey,
And I'm gonna move your money.
Yea, yaz, in a francisco state of mind.
When I was young my bre had a diadem.
I waz kicked out without no mayhem.
I never thought I'd see that gem.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my bre's hem.
A black snake is quite the cake.
Thinking of chinese. Yaz, thinking of chinese (chinese).
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user667229150
Member since January 21 2018