to bloom With a phat phat track pumpin' gas 1 2 3 and this is O G The freaks would ya move ya pretty a-ass The getto jam is about to slam With some notes
600 feet into a two foot cup Into a damp rag Come on Hey look, I'm gonna leave you home Hey you guys just a second, I forgot my note Just a second I'
I'll bust that ass Word, I serve opponents to the curb I let you know I'm not the motherfucking herb And if you thought I was well you figured wrong
you know...) If sometimes you see that I'm mad (Sometimes I flip out) Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel? When everything goes wrong
the brother that makes black so beautiful I ain't slippin or down with a head trip I'm talkin to all the Bloods and all the Crips Throw down your rag
life, now tell me what set is harder than Self, originated from the motherland Born creator, since day one black man And I ain't trying to tell ya, nothing wrong
jump 600 feet into a two foot cup Into a damp rag Come on Hey look, I'm gonna leave you home Hey you guys just a second, I forgot my note Just a second
187 on a motherfuckin' Holly Hood So let me gang bang, let me get my blast on Give me a second, let me tie this blue rag on And take a note from ?? I'
(feat. Promatic) [DJ Butter scratches a sample] "BIATCH" [Proof talking] This is what they need to know They need to know this is some sick note shit
