Morey Boogie Boards
I've got the mental of a bad lieutenant,
We gamble, drug money, river boats
Cadillacs, talking about the prison
Let me get it subtle, in the fish they caught the guttle
We grew up in a gang, breaking us is like a hurdle.
Morey boogie boards, lasts the time so we stay on,
This track is pitch black, three sixty shades on
I won't stop until the walls got my knees drawn,
The fun land, enough animals to grays on
I'm always smoking on the poet straight from brooklyn,
I'm rising like a souflee, you know you got to serve it quick.
Just dust me off with cheese, pussy straight from persia, bitch,
Then find you like a maniac, it torse around in jersey snitch
I bought the legends caught in needy, whoa,
I roll a fifty and got it by the neck, take a city tour.
In the shine got the salsa and the greedy roar,
Timeless, my mother's dime is 1954
I gotta get that dope,
I want the beamer with the racist seeds
Pound the ground with my feet to make the pavement speak
And tell me secrets that she's never told a soul to
The price of living and decisions can control you
I gotta get that dope,
I want the beamer with the racist seeds,
Pound the ground with my feet to make the pavement speak
And tell me secrets that she's never told a soul to
The price of living and decisions can control you
I sign my name like a med, don't ever stick it to the script,
There were people look the pole, say the language isn't shit.
Bring tradition in the street, get you lifted off your feet,
Like my daughter wrapped apart, no taking orders after dark.
Is they expected, so wake up early, I put the shit up,
Employ a lawyer that's been with miss run.
Never trust the golium cindy sipping sprinter
And miss the wedge, thirty dollar's how they never tip her
This conversation that we're building in the wee drop
Has bother some, half of my night cover with ratheses
The firm of me in this dutch that you're still smoking,
Chill night, these pretty bitches getting peer about it
I gotta get that dope,
I want the beamer with the racist seeds
Pound the ground with my feet
To make the pavement speak
And tell me secrets that she's never told a soul to
The price of living and decisions can control you
I gotta get that dope,
I want the beamer with the racist seeds,
Pound the ground with my feet
To make the pavement speak
And tell me secrets that she's never told a soul to
The price of living and decisions can control you
