KingOfSugarHill
07-21-06, 09:39 PM
Not a block boy
He owned dope in Brazil
Fists gold like the throat of Jibreel
A no-coded stolen sig in the grill
for if the summer usher in an interruption of meals
Whether plain clothes, cuffs and a shield
The po's routinely dusted from his hustlin field
It's like his heart pumpin wasn't for real
Bumpin Seal in the Lotus wit a Londoner kneeled
over her own knees
Head bobbin under the wheel
Damn
He used to sell coke in chemical combinations
Seated in a wicker chair chopped it in the basement
Wore a crown composed of broken bones
of denizens of a deplorable town
where the mornin's a sound
like crankin up the fryer and slidin the shortenin down
His lady's parents a porcelain pound
And he kept her in a baggy that she wore as a gown
N*ggas sniff behind her so he kept his shorty around.
He owned dope in Brazil
Fists gold like the throat of Jibreel
A no-coded stolen sig in the grill
for if the summer usher in an interruption of meals
Whether plain clothes, cuffs and a shield
The po's routinely dusted from his hustlin field
It's like his heart pumpin wasn't for real
Bumpin Seal in the Lotus wit a Londoner kneeled
over her own knees
Head bobbin under the wheel
Damn
He used to sell coke in chemical combinations
Seated in a wicker chair chopped it in the basement
Wore a crown composed of broken bones
of denizens of a deplorable town
where the mornin's a sound
like crankin up the fryer and slidin the shortenin down
His lady's parents a porcelain pound
And he kept her in a baggy that she wore as a gown
N*ggas sniff behind her so he kept his shorty around.