Post by Vallus on Nov 3, 2005 21:45:25 GMT
Whuttup....
JayKeyz here......
Another fake ass movie for people on drugs
Thinkin of drugs.....Fiendin fah drugs....whtvr typa shit ya'll on
Lmao.....about the audio typsa flow
An early morn,
You already thinkin the story is borin
Mad shit happened in the avalanche but this is before it
I hear the phone ring,
Take a blunt out the ashtray and blow the weed
I hope it's a fiend,
Choke and blow the smoke out inna ring
This is reminiscent of Styles or J-A-D,
Rightfully on that crazy shit typa daily tip
Up on all type of things,
Like last night at the Bing....
Watchin Tyson on the screen,
But back to the story at hand...
I pick up the phone and get the report from my mans
"Theres 4 whores gettin together at the store with plans"
I torch the plant,
Think wit no remorse in my stance
Who are they waitin on at the store?....are they makin plans
To come and ransack my crib,
Maybe they tryin get to my stashed chips
I grab a mac in the other hand and ask him
How long will it take you to get to the spot?
He says no longer than 10 minutes, I'll ball in the drop
Word, blow the herb then I polish my glock
Better floss the cheddar I posted to cop
Go to the drop, put the mac and glock slow under the seat
Make sure they accessible if I gotta run from police
Callin back all intact I ask kid, how long has it been
He say's an hour two has passed quick
Since he went past and spotted the fat ass bitch....
Around the back of the Hess, Me and my comrade meet he's bumpin Elliot Ness
I tell him to kill that bullshit before I pull shit cuz it's makin me stressed
We loading our guns and jokin about dope N those cunts
Bitch's place shoulda been blowin me not chokin on slugs
But it's no show for our thugs, we go to the phone were they posted up
Aim at the 1st bitch's face totin guns, she chokes up hopin for love
None to be found, Dump she hits the ground the others are slow to run
My man blasts a whore, the other makes it past an accord
She makes it to her car then loses an arm when she grabs the door
He turns around and caps sum more
It's time for the strategy this action was for
I go to dead one's pocket and take out her phone
Call her boy's and tell 'em that she's not comin home
Turn around on the road, before you get wut happened to your ho
My soldier keeps his composure and go's in their car's dashes for dough
I tell him go to the stash and fast cuz it's gold but soon it's po
Gettin back to the drop we have to smoke
Both nervous as hell and mad that bitch that was fat was broke
Either way I can now relax at the crib, witta pad and a pen
And not worry about sum fag witta gat and a clip
Tryin come thru my window while I'm sleepin tweakin for my cash N my chips
JayKeyz here......
Another fake ass movie for people on drugs
Thinkin of drugs.....Fiendin fah drugs....whtvr typa shit ya'll on
Lmao.....about the audio typsa flow
An early morn,
You already thinkin the story is borin
Mad shit happened in the avalanche but this is before it
I hear the phone ring,
Take a blunt out the ashtray and blow the weed
I hope it's a fiend,
Choke and blow the smoke out inna ring
This is reminiscent of Styles or J-A-D,
Rightfully on that crazy shit typa daily tip
Up on all type of things,
Like last night at the Bing....
Watchin Tyson on the screen,
But back to the story at hand...
I pick up the phone and get the report from my mans
"Theres 4 whores gettin together at the store with plans"
I torch the plant,
Think wit no remorse in my stance
Who are they waitin on at the store?....are they makin plans
To come and ransack my crib,
Maybe they tryin get to my stashed chips
I grab a mac in the other hand and ask him
How long will it take you to get to the spot?
He says no longer than 10 minutes, I'll ball in the drop
Word, blow the herb then I polish my glock
Better floss the cheddar I posted to cop
Go to the drop, put the mac and glock slow under the seat
Make sure they accessible if I gotta run from police
Callin back all intact I ask kid, how long has it been
He say's an hour two has passed quick
Since he went past and spotted the fat ass bitch....
Around the back of the Hess, Me and my comrade meet he's bumpin Elliot Ness
I tell him to kill that bullshit before I pull shit cuz it's makin me stressed
We loading our guns and jokin about dope N those cunts
Bitch's place shoulda been blowin me not chokin on slugs
But it's no show for our thugs, we go to the phone were they posted up
Aim at the 1st bitch's face totin guns, she chokes up hopin for love
None to be found, Dump she hits the ground the others are slow to run
My man blasts a whore, the other makes it past an accord
She makes it to her car then loses an arm when she grabs the door
He turns around and caps sum more
It's time for the strategy this action was for
I go to dead one's pocket and take out her phone
Call her boy's and tell 'em that she's not comin home
Turn around on the road, before you get wut happened to your ho
My soldier keeps his composure and go's in their car's dashes for dough
I tell him go to the stash and fast cuz it's gold but soon it's po
Gettin back to the drop we have to smoke
Both nervous as hell and mad that bitch that was fat was broke
Either way I can now relax at the crib, witta pad and a pen
And not worry about sum fag witta gat and a clip
Tryin come thru my window while I'm sleepin tweakin for my cash N my chips
