m the real wicked Juggalocaro Violent J All year round but I love my Halloween You never get an apple or a purple jellybean Droplets of chocolate a licorice snack Instead you get a deep
my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll, Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan We bout' to roll ridin deep
back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll, Mr. doc, baby reg, brotha lynch, big dan We bout' to roll ridin deep
hurt cha Boys there, they be commercial... I beat 'em 'til they purple I'm a lil' bitty nigga, but I got a big ole chop, 2's that'll kill 50 niggas Didja
't back up When the going gets tough And if the fire's that hot You better kiss the girl goodbye Slow down sister You're burn, burn, burnin' At
, Dazz Y I Wear Da Mask F.Y.I Im 2 Deep 2 Get Compared 2 Cass Chorus Jus A Lyrical Excersise, It Go 1,2,3,4,5 Jus A Lyrical Excersise, It Go 1,2,3,4,
milk or piss on them (piss on'em) burn their cell Snitch niggas playing the game "Who turn to tell" (what?) I'm waiting right here for the warden and burning
This is absoulutely insane mixing absoulte and mary jane absolute heat [x2] baby This is absoulutely insane mixing absoulte and mary jane absolute heat
deep inside wat's yours is mine I put my hand up on da bible and lie for dis dude Go back to slingin crack for his child to have food And it get deep
get sum act rite. Who it is at da do, bitch dis baby tracklight. Dey critisize me talk about me like sum fuckin hoes, dey fuck mah name up with promos say i dont cum 2
be consistently clocking cash Moving fast I'm running around, looking over my shoulder burning up use my cash Wonder my a.c. tell em on E, burning up
back 2 back till im half way slump And I smoke that Trump/And I smoke that Clinton Presidential shit behind windows tinted/Im smokin Purple/.Purple (
Purple Rainnnnnn (Beanie: Dont Blow My High Trust Me U Dont Know My Life) Nigga Dont Blow My Highhhh, Dont Blow My Highhhhhhh When Im Tippin That Purple
J All year 'round, but I love my Halloween You'll never get an apple or a purple jelly bean Dropping some chocolates, a licorice snack Instead you get a deep
[Ludacris] Ooh..You feel that As I take you to them dirt roads deep down in your southern roots Where nobody said life was gon be easy And we travel through
back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll, Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan We bout' to roll ridin deep