Tuesday, December 14, 2010

lyfe( lyricks to aftertreat)

"(         =  dubs                        )"
i start at point one, throwing tre' dubbs up
purple haze stash, got aliz'e in the cup
legs spread on the pool table
me in the middle
i got my mic in my palm
digital instramental

keep pushin out tracks, call me amtrack man
first class, cuz the money come from ascap fam
it's wasted if its not less then a gram in a sweet
that girls crazy want a hit
shes a quarter horse freek
                       "come on"

feds lookin for my grip, gotta price on my head
pistol gripped in my palm, cuz they want me dead
say im making to much, pleasure loot un-taxed
got the streets blocked off, and there running in fast

A-T-F  on they shirt, drug task force comin
incence--- lick your lips-when you come-say whats up
drove off call me block buster
but calm down
com- take  e-bay- dont leave names
south cali bound!

                                               echo
"medical blunts mixed with kief hash---hot tubs pushin 90 degrees"


ohh yeah be the first tyme you heard it, capone dubb e-n-t
said yeah i own it
people hate point one's got the badest bitch
j-dub hit the block with the tightest spliff
                                                                   echo
                                                           "light it up!!"

see the poe,seen me smoke my bitch
damn nothin,
give a damn---bout a police switch

i got pain nigga in my heart to see and its deep
with these tears fallen down my cheek at 20 years old

heavy weight clyentell--come round
come and get four keys-me!
im bout them O-Gees
mo hits--mo bomb weed
cali green--seven leaves--no seeds
on the street
chevy tone
damn
rope and round beats
                              "(                                          )'
                            echo
"california two stryke fellon------------kentucky state ball---en"


feelin lyke slip n slide and i stay on the grynd
hard tymes whyle im locked down
stay on my mynd
lyricks acapella
so i stay, stay on the beat
if a job dont work im a stay on the street

turn a gram to a p,  --  and a pound to a key
real hustla's them niggas serve dirt to eat
                                           
                                        "damn" w/echo
"(                                         )"

i feel flint a playa made me
 way back up
looking down at you fucks
sippin yac in a cup
blue dot in the blunt--burnin benjamins up
middle finger to the police, hands on my nuts

                                  reverb
"that girls hotter then louisiana hot sauce"
"take her pants off an get your rocks on"
"i aint gonna bother you baby"
"because whore, cuz you myne "
"and we can both stay in the studio"
"and stay on the grynd"-spendin all of the tyme

                                    reverb
"you can look in my face"
"sorry but i see your feelings playa"
"all the scars and pain"
"you need to put motha fuckas to sleep"

"(                                                   )"

baby if you needed to--- could serve it
that ass --- im a playa girl
give me all dat cash
an welcome to, the entertainment endustry
manicures, pedicures
and all the finest indo weed

nothing less then an ounce, cuz its how we roll
put yo ass in a jetta, with some clean ass clothes

all you need to know
is all you need to know
drop it low
and get this paper for me ho
an go--

lets stack that green fo sho--window tippin
i be on a mission
bitches start strippin
make moves big pimpin
300 for an hour and i be the new addition

cold hold it down
gold pirex points
put the phone rang slow
open, pop that cuz!!

you can bang to lose,
club girls and all that shit still refuse to lose

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