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Groovy Tony / Eddie Kane

Groovy Tony / Eddie Kane

Jadakiss&Schoolboy Q

专辑: Blank Face LP 发行时间: 上传时间 2016-07-08 歌曲来源:

Blank Face, tre 8

Kill everybody, f**k an AK

Sell narcotics and step my dollars

Up to Bill Gates

PusH all limits, you lookin' timid

Need to back off

Punk-a** cops, tHem crackers

Want us witH our black off

THug life ni**a since '96

I wanted to gang bang

Few years later I'm really from it

We were still kids

Crack off ni**a, I'm squeezing empty

Til tHe sHell break

F**k my image I need to drop

I need to, Blank Face

Cause brain damage from my mecHanics

Keeping two ways

Sell narcotics, I'm slanging diamonds

WitH your pack tHen

Stack large commas

You witH your riders witH your backbone

Can't fold figures

I make deposits witH tHe gold grin

Jeans look dirty

I lift tHe CHevy witH tHe rims on

All bad b**cHes

THey wanna f**k me witH tHe cap gone

Real life ni**a

I'm in tHe stu' 'til all tHe w**d blown

Wait long, long

I Hid tHe d**e beHind tHe cellpHone

Y'all don't Hear me

I want tHe money rigHt

UgH, Groovy Tony

No face killer

I see tHe money rigHt, ugH

YeaH, I'm (Blank Face)

Clear everytHing out tHe safe

Crack tHe pig bank

Robbin' your kids too

My Heart an igloo

THe devil in all blue, HuH

Die now go to Heaven

Or bring 'em tHrougH

Lot of brown 'round Here

Got tHat wHite girl for you

And sHe swimming in fire water

Could be double digits

Pistol tHrougH your Civic

Most die before tHey Hear it

Turn a ni**a to a spirit

Drive slow, oH, Hey

Hit tHe curb witH sHattered mirrors

Look around now you're Hellbound, boogie down

BullsHit I won't allow

Slang a bird every Hou'

Smack a ni**a witH tHe Heat

Contradicting, now you peace

Leave you triple six laying in defeat

Can you dig it?

Struck a matcH, tHey won't finisH

Drop a ni**a off

Get a ni**a wHipped

Squeezing fingertips, aye

Blank Face, tre 8

Kill everybody, f**k an AK

Sell narcotics and step my dollars

Up to Bill Gates

PusH all limits, you lookin' timid

Need to back off

Punk a** cops tHem crackers

Want us witH our black off

THug life ni**a since '96

I want tHe gang bang

Few years later I'm really from it

We were still kids

Crack off ni**a, I'm squeezing empty

Til tHe sHell break

F**k my image I need to drop

I need to, Blank Face

Exactly what I'mma have

When the cops come

Body languages, the same as

When the shots rung

Hole in a thirty-eight and a shotgun

Real ni**a, we all know you are not one, nah

Running with the rebels

It's a three-man weave

With the Lord and the devil

Really all I need is a pitchfork and a shovel

If I can't proceed

Then I resort to the metal (Blank face)

Getting high watching NBA League Pass (Who with?)

With your family at the re-pass (My condolences)

My heart's getting colder

When I hug your mom

And look over her shoulder

You notice I got the, (blank face)

I heard nothing, I ain't seen nothing

I ain't in the middle with nothin'

No in between nothin'

F y'all for ever hating me

As I sit there while they interrogate me

I'm staring at 'em with the (blank face)

Top rack ni**a and the money

Came with it huh

New b**ch with me

Hope the booty came with it, came with it

Uh, rims flying down the road huh

Five in the morning

Feds knockin' on my door huh

Toilet full of d**e

While my burner knee high

Tell me put the gun down

I'm probably gonna die

I know, I know, big guns sell d**e

Eddie Kane's little bro

Hundred k, one whip, hah

Open Eddie Kane for hire

Been tryna get rich for hours

Nights like this I wish

Coc*ine drops would fall

Woo, woo, woo, woo...

Yo, uh, yo, uh

Need the car with no mileage

Kristoff on my pallet

My cigar full of cabbage

Came from the dirt to the carrots

Getting dirty dollars

F**k different baby mommas

D**e between the speakers

So f**k you mister teacher

Cause the paper, I ace it

Lead, they tried to erase it

But I'm still standing

They mad at everything

Nothing given, I'mma take it first

On the trees like a hammock

Flip the work behind the campus

Young Ruby, turn your hood

Into a movie (into a movie...)

Gang bang it, don't slang it

GTA-ing, shoot the whole club up

F**k tryna sneak the K in

On the road to riches

Thank you Mister Reagan

You helped them dollars rake in

And to my uncle that hooked up the family

That sh*t that you was smokin'

I was pushin' residue like on the cushion

I'mma blame it on your a**

Cause I ain't gettin' whoopings

And your proof is in the pudding

I'm his grandma's baby, Eddie Kane

(Eddie Kane, Eddie Kane)

Standing in the white light and we on

And is there any other smokers in here?

And we on

And is there any other smokers in here?

And we on

Is there any other smokers in here?

Keys open doors on the road to my heart

Dreams on the floor, bet a ni**a stay high

And I know....

We're next to go, around, around, around

We're next to go, around, around, around

Walk right into the light

Getting a feeling in the night

You're my only Christ

I have only eyes for you

I have only eyes for you

Your soul is mine

Your soul is mine

Mine, mine, mine, mine

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