Lyrick’s To the Song “Aftertreat” By Point One Off The Album (Single)…
“I start at Point One
Throwin Tre’ Dubb’s Up
Purple haze stash
Got alize’ In the cup
Leg’s spread on the pool table
Me in the middle
I got my Mic In my palm
Digital Instrumental
Keep pushin out tracks
Call me Amtrak, 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
She’s a quarter horse freak
---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 too much
Pleasure Loot Untaxed
Got The Streets Blocked off
And there running in fast,
A-T-F on they shirt
Drug task force Comin’
Incense---Lick ya Lip’s
When you come –say whats up
Drove Off call me block buster
But calm down,
Com Take E—Bay Don’t Leave names
---“Medical Blunts Mixed with Kief Hash
Hot Tub’s Pushin’ 90 Degrees”
“Ohh yeah be the first tyme you heard it
Capone Dub E—N—T
Said yeah I own It
People Hat Point One’s Got the badest Bitch
J Dubb Hit the block
With the tightest spliff”
“ ---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 the tears fallen down my cheek
At 20 years old
Heavy Weight Clientele
Come around
Come and get four keys –Me!!
Im Bout Them O—GEE’S
Mo Hit’s
Mo Bomb weed
Cali Green—Seven Leaves—No seed’s
On The streets
Chevy Tone, Damn, Rope and round beats”
“---California Two strike felon-Kentucky state Ballen---“
“Feeling Lyke Slip n slide and I stay on the grynd
Hard Tymes Whyle Im Locked down
Stay on my mynd
Lyric’s acapella so I stay
Stay on the beat
And if a job don’t work Im a stay on the street
Turn a Gram to a P
And Pound To a Key
Real Hustla’s Them Niggas serve dirt to eat”
---“Damn”----(How’s a nigga serve dirt to eat--? Lyke this)
“I feel the same playa made Me
Way back up
Lookin’ Down at ya Fuck’s
Sippin Yac in a cup
Blue Dot in a blunt
Burnin’ Benjamen’s Up
Middle Finger to the police, Hands on my nutts”
--“That Girls Hotter then Louisiana
Take her Pants off an get ya rocks on
I aint gonna bother you baby
Cuz hoe, because you mine
And we can both stay in the studio
And Stay on the grynd
---“You can Look in my face,
Sorry but I see Your Feelings Player
All The scars and Pain
You need to put Motha Fuckas To Sleep”----
“Baby If you needed Too---Could serve It
That ass---- Im a Playa Girl
Give me all Dat Cash
An welcome to the entertainment industry
Manicures, Pedicures,
And all the finest Indo weed
Nothin’ Less than an ounce
Cuz Its how we roll
Put your 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
Lets 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 Pyrex Point’s
Put the phone rang slow Open Pop that cuz!
You can bang too lose
Club Girls and all that shit
Still refuse to lose…. “
------End-------
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