Just Blaze, Bleek & Free
Hey yo guru, this Just Blaze, Bleek & Free right?
So I could get a hook, or verse or something?
Get that outta here!
Stick to makin beats... I stick to yo' moms, nigga!
Uh, just Blaze
Roll up a L, pour glass in that Arme
Young E's had game since the days of Atari
Since the youth, I used to shoot her right back to the path
My day, goin hard, mack the back of the Cab
Did it all, little robbery, back cart of the G-train
Hood became a part of me, got a hell of a street game
Niggas don't want no part of me, bitches they wanna roll up roll out
Sit in the ferrari, breeze through Marcy yup!
They know I'm gangster in every way yup!
I keep it gangster, tech on me everyday but!
P game, how I lean to hit it, don't act right
I got to leave these bitches you know!
I chase bread dog, I'm after the spread dog
The least you could do is give a nigga a lil' head dog!
Parked by Marcy, this two door ferrari
Cant believe Mami do Nani, poonani
But I guess she don't listen to rap, so Imma slut her like a ghost in the hole
Missing the track huh!
And I'm a PIMP for show rap ROC NYC for short
FR two E's slide through deliver more what!
ROC PHI for short, por favor
I twist backwards swerve in the jeep
Cheek deep, pick up the chicks, chicks lookin for Bleek
Bleek sleep, making me sick won't answer the phone
Motorola two way, you may answer to Freeway!
I think it's him paging me now, I hear the back strap
Where you at? Got a room full of freaks!
And they tryin' to get right
We could smut 'em all night, and get them chickens outta sight
Pass them hoes, then mack 'em
G to K, Freeway known for moving the Yay
I could get 'em from point A to point G]
Here's the deal, I stuff 'em in the wheel
For the right amount of pills I'll bring 'em where you stay
Y'all hate freeway, scared when you see the freeway
But you wanna kill Freeway!
Your girl ride the freeway everyday
Up and down, back and forth
In & out, know every rout
Where my bitches who stack niggas?
Fuck with a nigga like Memphis who getting that paper
But'll light you up with the jigga man!
Where my bitches at? Where my bitches at? Where my real bitches at, cmon!
And all my niggas who took llamas, murda murda
Heard of a nigga named Freeway, from Philly to the 'Linas
Where my niggas at? Where my niggas at? where my real niggas at cmon!
All day I be smoking, We all my niggas who talking
We hit the block with the potent, give 'em a week and they blow it
You know and you know, there's some offers sitting low and my dogs
Know who all of us are, we sit low in the cars
Ain't no bitches wanna roll, they say I'm doin my thing!
See its blue in the chain! I was changing my jeans but
Lil mami is you rolling, you what? You fucker you suck
For real I'm tryin'a see whats up with you
Introduce you to the pimp and the players
Stop playin cuz I'm a gangster, I don't fuck with them haters
And basic, hating is the part I ain't feeling
Ho's wanna fuck, cuz there's shit that I'm willing
Once they see it, I just fuck up they head
And when I bang out in the hood, I just fuck up my bread
Instead of lead, I save it when I see you face to face
Right now, I'm fucking with hoes, they don't gimme face shit!
Where my bitches who stack niggas?
Fuck with a nigga like Memphis who getting that paper
But'll light you up with the jigga man!
Where my bitches at? Where my bitches at? Where my real bitches at, cmon!
And all my niggas who took llamas, Murda Murda
Heard of a nigga named Freeway, from Philly to the 'Linas
Where my niggas at? Where my niggas at? where my real niggas at cmon! (Blaze)
Just Bla-Bla-Bla-Bla Blaze
Just Blaze
So I could get a hook, or verse or something?
Get that outta here!
Stick to makin beats... I stick to yo' moms, nigga!
Uh, just Blaze
Roll up a L, pour glass in that Arme
Young E's had game since the days of Atari
Since the youth, I used to shoot her right back to the path
My day, goin hard, mack the back of the Cab
Did it all, little robbery, back cart of the G-train
Hood became a part of me, got a hell of a street game
Niggas don't want no part of me, bitches they wanna roll up roll out
Sit in the ferrari, breeze through Marcy yup!
They know I'm gangster in every way yup!
I keep it gangster, tech on me everyday but!
P game, how I lean to hit it, don't act right
I got to leave these bitches you know!
I chase bread dog, I'm after the spread dog
The least you could do is give a nigga a lil' head dog!
Parked by Marcy, this two door ferrari
Cant believe Mami do Nani, poonani
But I guess she don't listen to rap, so Imma slut her like a ghost in the hole
Missing the track huh!
And I'm a PIMP for show rap ROC NYC for short
FR two E's slide through deliver more what!
ROC PHI for short, por favor
I twist backwards swerve in the jeep
Cheek deep, pick up the chicks, chicks lookin for Bleek
Bleek sleep, making me sick won't answer the phone
Motorola two way, you may answer to Freeway!
I think it's him paging me now, I hear the back strap
Where you at? Got a room full of freaks!
And they tryin' to get right
We could smut 'em all night, and get them chickens outta sight
Pass them hoes, then mack 'em
G to K, Freeway known for moving the Yay
I could get 'em from point A to point G]
Here's the deal, I stuff 'em in the wheel
For the right amount of pills I'll bring 'em where you stay
Y'all hate freeway, scared when you see the freeway
But you wanna kill Freeway!
Your girl ride the freeway everyday
Up and down, back and forth
In & out, know every rout
Where my bitches who stack niggas?
Fuck with a nigga like Memphis who getting that paper
But'll light you up with the jigga man!
Where my bitches at? Where my bitches at? Where my real bitches at, cmon!
And all my niggas who took llamas, murda murda
Heard of a nigga named Freeway, from Philly to the 'Linas
Where my niggas at? Where my niggas at? where my real niggas at cmon!
All day I be smoking, We all my niggas who talking
We hit the block with the potent, give 'em a week and they blow it
You know and you know, there's some offers sitting low and my dogs
Know who all of us are, we sit low in the cars
Ain't no bitches wanna roll, they say I'm doin my thing!
See its blue in the chain! I was changing my jeans but
Lil mami is you rolling, you what? You fucker you suck
For real I'm tryin'a see whats up with you
Introduce you to the pimp and the players
Stop playin cuz I'm a gangster, I don't fuck with them haters
And basic, hating is the part I ain't feeling
Ho's wanna fuck, cuz there's shit that I'm willing
Once they see it, I just fuck up they head
And when I bang out in the hood, I just fuck up my bread
Instead of lead, I save it when I see you face to face
Right now, I'm fucking with hoes, they don't gimme face shit!
Where my bitches who stack niggas?
Fuck with a nigga like Memphis who getting that paper
But'll light you up with the jigga man!
Where my bitches at? Where my bitches at? Where my real bitches at, cmon!
And all my niggas who took llamas, Murda Murda
Heard of a nigga named Freeway, from Philly to the 'Linas
Where my niggas at? Where my niggas at? where my real niggas at cmon! (Blaze)
Just Bla-Bla-Bla-Bla Blaze
Just Blaze
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Writer(s): Malik Cox, Justin Smith, Leslie Pridgen
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