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Screwball - Communications lyrics
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Just got off the jack with my son thats up north Tellin me he's comin home, and how he's gettin off 'Cuz his game was weak, killed two months, he's back in the streets With new plans, to expand, to jerk his mans man We had the ultimate stick up, drop, on the brick pick up But yo he can't, 'cuz he's still locked up Jump back on the horn 'cuz his vibe was strong Contacted the kid and told him lets be gone I talked to Poet first, yo son, I got a mish-shon Grab the ammunnish-shon, pump up your pythons I know a spot where niggas gettin it, and we can flip on Son they frustrate me, 'cuz these niggas pump with no heat They play the night time sweet, like they can't get beat I got their address, to where they rest and stash their shit Yo, I peeped it out how we can creep, yo yo yo These niggas stay sleep Makin sales, smokin out, and they all get ?geeked? Lets catch 'em zoning, brain under, high and headed home and When they least expect it, lets put the gat to his dome He stuck the key in the door, we ??? four four We pushed our way in, we wasnt playin Ready to spray 'em, tied him down to the A.M. Now we layin, for a beamer, and some bitch named Fatima Chorus: Prince AD Communicate for the cake, polly for weight outta state Down on digits on the Isle with son we can't be late We got moves to make, flood the whole New York state Time to skate to other lands to put food on our plate Communicate for the cake, polly for weight outta state Down on digits on the Isle with son we can't be late We got moves to make, flood the whole New York state Time to skate to other lands to put food on our plate Now we travel with the ?Crills Rock? P, Noyd, Onsl |
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