| Lyrics: | [SPM]
Master minded, boys get blinded
Where the fuck my weed sack? I just can't find
it
Oh never mind it's right here
Got a roach behind my ear, higher than the
hemisphere
Dear diary: my hood is so firery
I remember when no one would hire me
used to
sell ivory and pounds of that greenery
A grim scenery, but never had no fear of me
sag my
Dickies like Cantinflas, mami no te chiflas
take my niggas out to Ninfas,
I need a table
for thirty-seven gangstas
the way the streets raised us: double pump gauges,
close ranges,
this money never change us, leave 'em brainless
Forever armed and dangerous
Bubbles in my
tub, not a Crip or a Blood
I'm a thug, that's known to fight hate with
love
[Chorus]
[Rasheed |
