Lirik Lagu Groovy Tony / Eddie Kane feat. Jadakiss - Schoolboy Q
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Blank Face, tre 8, kill everybody, fuck an AKSell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill GatesPusH all limits, you lookin' timid, need to back offPunk-ass cops, tHem crackers want us witH our black offTHug life nigga since '96 I wanted to gang bangFew years later I'm really from it, we were still kidsCrack off nigga, I'm squeezing empty 'til tHe sHell breakFuck my image I need to drop, I need to, Blank FaceCause brain damage from my mecHanics, keeping two waysSell narcotics, I'm slanging diamonds witH your pack tHenStack large commas, you witH your riders witH your backboneCan't fold figures, I make deposits witH tHe gold grinJeans look dirty, I lift tHe CHevy witH tHe rims onAll bad bitcHes, tHey wanna fuck me witH tHe cap goneReal life nigga, I'm in tHe stu' 'til all tHe weed blownWait long, long, I Hid tHe dope beHind tHe cellpHoneY'all don't Hear me, I want tHe money rigHtUgH, Groovy Tony, no face killerI see tHe money rigHt, ugHYeaH, I'm
Clear everytHing out tHe safeCrack tHe pig bank, robbin' your kids tooMy Heart an igloo, tHe devil in all blue, HuHDie now go to Heaven or bring 'em tHrougHLot of brown 'round Here, got tHat wHite girl for youAnd sHe swimming in fire water, could be double digitsPistol tHrougH your CivicMost die before tHey Hear it, turn a nigga to a spiritDrive slow, oH, HeyHit tHe curb witH sHattered mirrorsLook around now you're Hellbound, boogie downBullsHit I won't allow, slang a bird every Hou'Smack a nigga witH tHe HeatContradicting, now you peaceLeave you triple six laying in defeatCan you dig it?Struck a matcH, tHey won't finisHDrop a nigga off, get a nigga wHippedSqueezing fingertips, aye
Blank Face, tre 8, kill everybody, fuck an AKSell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill GatesPusH all limits, you lookin' timid, need to back offPunk ass cops tHem crackers want us witH our black offTHug life nigga since '96 I want tHe gang bangFew years later I'm really from it, we were still kidsCrack off nigga, I'm squeezing empty 'til tHe sHell breakFuck my image I need to drop, I need to, Blank FaceCause brain damage from my mecHanics, keeping two waysSell narcotics, I'm slanging diamonds witH your pack tHenStack large commas, you witH your riders witH your backboneCan't fold figures, I make deposits witH tHe gold grinJeans look dirty, I lift tHe CHevy witH tHe rims onAll bad bitcHes tHey wanna fuck me witH tHe cap goneReal life nigga, I'm in tHe stu' 'til all tHe weed blownWait long, long, I Hid tHe dope beHind tHe cellpHoneY'all don't Hear me, I want tHe money rigHtUgH, Groovy Tony, no face killerI see tHe money rigHt, ugHYeaH, I'm
Exactly what I'mma have when the cops comeBody languages, the same as when the shots rungHole in a thirty-eight and a shotgunReal nigga, we all know you are not one, nahRunning with the rebels, it's a three-man weaveWith the Lord and the devilReally all I need is a pitchfork and a shovelIf I can't proceed then I resort to the metalGetting high watching NBA League PassWith your family at the re-passMy heart's getting colderWhen I hug your mom and look over her shoulderYou notice I got theI heard nothing, I ain't seen nothingI ain't in the middle with nothin', no in between nothin'F y'all for ever hating meAs I sit there while they interrogate meI'm staring at 'em with the
Top rack nigga and the money came with it huhNew bitch with me, hope the booty came with it, came with itUh, rims flying down the road huhFive in the morning, feds knockin' on my door huhToilet full of dope, while my burner knee highTell me put the gun down, I'm probably gonna dieI know, I know, big guns sell dopeEddie Kane's little bro, hundred k, one whip, hah
Open Eddie Kane for hireBeen tryna get rich for hoursNights like this I wishCocaine drops would fall, woo, woo, woo, woo
Yo, uh, yo, uhNeed the car with no mileageKristoff on my palletMy cigar full of cabbageCame from the dirt to the carrotsGetting dirty dollarsFuck different baby mommasDope between the speakersSo fuck you mister teacherCause the paper, I ace itLead, they tried to erase itBut I'm still standingThey mad at everythingNothing given, I'mma take it firstOn the trees like a hammockFlip the work behind the campusYoung Ruby, turn your hood into a movieGang bang it, don't slang itGTA-ing, shoot the whole club upFuck tryna sneak the K inOn the road to richesThank you Mister ReaganYou helped them dollars rake inAnd to my uncle that hooked up the familyThat shit that you was smokin'I was pushin' residue like on the cushionI'mma blame it on your ass cause I ain't gettin' whoopingsAnd your proof is in the puddingI'm his grandma's baby, Eddie Kane
Standing in the white light and we onAnd we onAnd is there any other smokers in here?And we onAnd is there any other smokers in here?And we onIs there any other smokers in here?Keys open doors on the road to my heartDreams on the floor, bet a nigga stay highAnd I know.We're next to go, around, around, aroundWe're next to go, around, around, around
Walk right into the lightGetting a feeling in the nightspiceYou're my only ChristI have only eyes for youI have only eyes for youYour soul is mineYour soul is mineMine, mine, mine, mine
Clear everytHing out tHe safeCrack tHe pig bank, robbin' your kids tooMy Heart an igloo, tHe devil in all blue, HuHDie now go to Heaven or bring 'em tHrougHLot of brown 'round Here, got tHat wHite girl for youAnd sHe swimming in fire water, could be double digitsPistol tHrougH your CivicMost die before tHey Hear it, turn a nigga to a spiritDrive slow, oH, HeyHit tHe curb witH sHattered mirrorsLook around now you're Hellbound, boogie downBullsHit I won't allow, slang a bird every Hou'Smack a nigga witH tHe HeatContradicting, now you peaceLeave you triple six laying in defeatCan you dig it?Struck a matcH, tHey won't finisHDrop a nigga off, get a nigga wHippedSqueezing fingertips, aye
Blank Face, tre 8, kill everybody, fuck an AKSell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill GatesPusH all limits, you lookin' timid, need to back offPunk ass cops tHem crackers want us witH our black offTHug life nigga since '96 I want tHe gang bangFew years later I'm really from it, we were still kidsCrack off nigga, I'm squeezing empty 'til tHe sHell breakFuck my image I need to drop, I need to, Blank FaceCause brain damage from my mecHanics, keeping two waysSell narcotics, I'm slanging diamonds witH your pack tHenStack large commas, you witH your riders witH your backboneCan't fold figures, I make deposits witH tHe gold grinJeans look dirty, I lift tHe CHevy witH tHe rims onAll bad bitcHes tHey wanna fuck me witH tHe cap goneReal life nigga, I'm in tHe stu' 'til all tHe weed blownWait long, long, I Hid tHe dope beHind tHe cellpHoneY'all don't Hear me, I want tHe money rigHtUgH, Groovy Tony, no face killerI see tHe money rigHt, ugHYeaH, I'm
Exactly what I'mma have when the cops comeBody languages, the same as when the shots rungHole in a thirty-eight and a shotgunReal nigga, we all know you are not one, nahRunning with the rebels, it's a three-man weaveWith the Lord and the devilReally all I need is a pitchfork and a shovelIf I can't proceed then I resort to the metalGetting high watching NBA League PassWith your family at the re-passMy heart's getting colderWhen I hug your mom and look over her shoulderYou notice I got theI heard nothing, I ain't seen nothingI ain't in the middle with nothin', no in between nothin'F y'all for ever hating meAs I sit there while they interrogate meI'm staring at 'em with the
Top rack nigga and the money came with it huhNew bitch with me, hope the booty came with it, came with itUh, rims flying down the road huhFive in the morning, feds knockin' on my door huhToilet full of dope, while my burner knee highTell me put the gun down, I'm probably gonna dieI know, I know, big guns sell dopeEddie Kane's little bro, hundred k, one whip, hah
Open Eddie Kane for hireBeen tryna get rich for hoursNights like this I wishCocaine drops would fall, woo, woo, woo, woo
Yo, uh, yo, uhNeed the car with no mileageKristoff on my palletMy cigar full of cabbageCame from the dirt to the carrotsGetting dirty dollarsFuck different baby mommasDope between the speakersSo fuck you mister teacherCause the paper, I ace itLead, they tried to erase itBut I'm still standingThey mad at everythingNothing given, I'mma take it firstOn the trees like a hammockFlip the work behind the campusYoung Ruby, turn your hood into a movieGang bang it, don't slang itGTA-ing, shoot the whole club upFuck tryna sneak the K inOn the road to richesThank you Mister ReaganYou helped them dollars rake inAnd to my uncle that hooked up the familyThat shit that you was smokin'I was pushin' residue like on the cushionI'mma blame it on your ass cause I ain't gettin' whoopingsAnd your proof is in the puddingI'm his grandma's baby, Eddie Kane
Standing in the white light and we onAnd we onAnd is there any other smokers in here?And we onAnd is there any other smokers in here?And we onIs there any other smokers in here?Keys open doors on the road to my heartDreams on the floor, bet a nigga stay highAnd I know.We're next to go, around, around, aroundWe're next to go, around, around, around
Walk right into the lightGetting a feeling in the nightspiceYou're my only ChristI have only eyes for youI have only eyes for youYour soul is mineYour soul is mineMine, mine, mine, mine
