Party’s over, tell the rest of the crew.
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Where you been at?
You must’ve cut class.
If it ain’t me, another member of my crew will kick your ass.
Your simple words just don’t move me…
You’re minor, we major.
You all up in the game and don’t deserve to be a player.
These ante meridiem cats, insomniacs…
Four in the mornin’ we throwin back some Cognac juice.
Take these words home and think it through;
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you.
When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning sensation,
Gettin’ closer to God in a tight situation.
When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning sensation,
Gettin closer to God in a tight situation.
When worse comes to worst, my peoples come first.
Try to react, and get them motherfucking feelings hurt.
My crew’s all about loot.
Fuck looking cute,
I’m strictly Timb boots and Army-certified suits.
Puffin L’s, laid back, enjoying the smell,
In the Bridge, getting down…it ain’t hard to tell.