Albeez 4 Sheez feat. Koo Qua & A.S.M. - Radio (Remix) Songtexte

Songtexte Radio (Remix) - Albeez 4 Sheez , Koo Qua




When I'm alone in my room
Sometimes I stare at the wall
I hit the reefer too hard
So now I'm left in awe
I like to sip on Kool-Aid
While I sit in the shade
Because I'm way too cool
To be drinking no Haterade
Now U-S-T-F-O-R-M-E
Is any educated man with responsibilities
I don't want kids
Cause them babies ain't free
And the older I get
It ain't for free, it ain't for me
Now I'm trying to get eight
Seven and nine don't really want it
You wanna be my Ginuwine
And let me ride the pony
I want mind, body and soul
Not just your wealth
Because a chick like me
Might be bad for your health
My name is K-double-O-Q-U-A
Repping the A-U-R-O-R-A
Been kicking fresh rhymes
Since back in the day
And I'm hearing Noreaga
Let 'em know he don't play!
My name is Albeezy
I keep it fresh
I don't wear a lot of jewels
But I shine the best
I'm with the homie Noreaga
We both dream big
And if these people don't understand
I give 'em a shovel to dig
I rep Aurora, Colorado
That is my home
You never seen a playa
Like me on the microphone
I told the chick to break bread
She got in the zone
And she got $45 dollars
Every time she called her phone
I don't shop
That's not my job
Got me feeling like Mac Dre
And here is the prob
Genie of the lamp
You rub me right I'm granting wishes
But I don't got enough time
To go around smacking bitches
I got people to do it for me though
Arms be swinging like this at a punching bag
Or like your hands doing Arsenio
So here we go
I'm back again
You know the name
If you ain't trying to dream big
Then you's a lame
I sell my soul for a ticket
A ticket to heaven
Trading my life for a dream
It's not as bad as it seems
Going straight as it creeps
Not a tear on my cheek
Not a sweat on my brow
Ain't really slept in a week
Got some calluses on my palm
A few on my feet
Traded away smiles
For some bread on the heat
And some food for me and my lady
And baby that's coming
I hit the ground started running
I ain't stopping for nothing
Man that boy's spitting nice
But his rhymes so fake
He don't got that life
And he don't live that way
But I'm as real as eviction
And you can sleep if you wanna
But you ignoring eviction
And find your shit on the corner
Ain't no glamour in this
I don't pander to kids
I'm a man not a bitch
I tell that shit how it is
And the realer you get
Further you get from a hit
Like trying to do right
And getting further from legit
Checking in like the dark skinned A.I
Hey guys
Just giving you niggas the last kiss
No Jada
Middle finger to a hater
Pop bottles for the gossip
Ain't got no time for talking
If it ain't about the profit
Yeah I'm all about the money
If you ain't know now you know
You too busy chasing pussy
Get your mind off these hoes
I'm too focused on the grind
Spend my time getting dough
You got fake watches nigga
You spend time to be broke
I'm just on the road to riches
Driving after the moolah
Each half a mile's a dollar
Nigga that's word to Uber
Ditch the driver I'm the shooter
Getting stoned no Medusa
If a nigga get hard
We going for his medulla
Obligata the game is to increase commas
And I'mma die about that
Nigga that's word to mama
The vision 20/20
When it comes to counting 20 20
After 20 after 20 after 20 20



Autor(en): Billie Joe Armstrong, Tim Armstrong, Roger Matthew "matt" Freeman



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