SPEED BUGGY

Whooh (Yeah it's the essence boa)
Hyeah
Unh unh (talk to em')

Feeling like al pacino playing bingo
I'm on the roof with a killer won't say his namo (nah)
Piff passion leave both of my eyes like Kano
It's going down like i opened a box of drano
Jeans used to be girbuad I called em gerbods (huh)
Niggaz super fishy for bitches I call em cape cods (yeah)
Moms raised me tougher then steel she didn't spare rods (nope)
Hood taught me how to sell dope and add a surcharge
Moms also taught me bout hoes and how they twist shit (huh)
Catch me on the block with the rock stay on my pivot (ugh)
Niggaz Judge me and babble
So I stay with the gavel when I travel through the gravel that they placed me in (fuck em')
I'm not your normal homosapien I'm tres bien (excellent)
Safe to assume it's a perfume in whips I travel in (skrt)
They must presume a chat room the way they snitchin' in (fuck)
They dancing with the devil nobody cutting in (what)
We Dancing with the devil nobody cutting in
Why they aint cutting in (i don't know)
Let me give em this game (Talk to em)

I hustled like Russell Simmons with these def jams (huh)
Before that was on the corner selling mad grams (bling)
With the toast on my waste to keep me out of jams
Dodging street cops you know the pigs love to ram-ble (Fuck you searching me for)
When they knock like roaches nigga scram-ble (gone)
It's a strain but niggz love the gam-ble (shoot that)
That shit'll drive me insane
But it's worth it cause I know it eventually lead to change
In my pockets and my situation hopelessness the blame
Why I risk my life daily with a pocket full of cain
In hopes of one day of acquiring me a chain (bling)
For a pretty bitch to love me just so it end up ugly
Since my pop left me high and dry no one get close to touch me (haa)
Hit the weed and relax I'm coughing like speed buggy mother fucker
Whooh (hahaha)
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): I. Meeks
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