paroles de chanson You Know - Boldy James
Alan
the
Chemist
Concreatures
Boldy
Bricks,
yeah
When
them
birds
flying
high
in
the
sky
You
know
how
I'm
feelin'
already
And
I
don't
wanna
kick
it
cause
ya'll
niggas
petty
And
if
that's
ballin'
I'm
in
L.A.
with
Jefe
On
that
Mac
Mall
shit
cause
I'm
all
about
my
fetti
Yes
yes,
UPS'll
send
'em
next
day
Overnight,
Fed
Ex,
express,
ese
Never
been
a
coward
or
a
pussy
in
these
streets
And
I
put
that
on
a
G
like
a
thousand
word
essay
Bricks
on
consignment,
dirty
dishes
in
the
sink
Finna
cook
another
ki
with
this
chopper
and
this
SK
Pistol
whippin,
I
do
the
fool
in
the
kitchen
When
I'm
spinnin,
and
I
only
rock
the
Trues
with
the
thick
stitches
I
ain't
the
man
but
I
damn
sure
know
him
Got
a
fin
fulla
bands
and
my
hand
finna
blow
it
Like
I
grow
it,
if
you
gettin'
money
then
show
it
I
talk
it
cause
I
live
it,
but
you
already
know
it
It's
Concreatures
I'm
on
my
throwback
Bo
Jack
but
you
already
know
that
And
it's
a
known
fact
That
I
sold
crack
and
all
my
niggas
don't
rap
We
get
the
load
back
Them
bolds
and?
we
got
them
bitches
on
deck
They
got
my
phone
tapped
I
ain't
goin'
back,
tell
them
bitches
get
the
bozack
Niggas
know
that
they
better
run
that
dough
back
'Fore
we
hit
your
door
with
the
calicos,
no
on
smack
We
smack
niggas
for
fat
living
and
dog
Check
the
shit
out
of
bitch
ass
niggas
tell
'em
to
fall
back
We
get
points
on
the
pack,
and
hit
y'all
wit'
the
sacks
And
shake
no
weight,
I'm
sellin'
all
packs
I
got
the
Master
P
hook
up,
recipe
to
cook
up
In
the
middle
of
spring
I
bring
fall
back
For
my
dogs
in
them
Bronco
colors
Blue
and
orange
on
the
yard
doin'
football
numbers
I
jumped
off
the
porch
and
I
took
off
runnin'
Had
a
long
run,
it's
been
a
long
time
comin'
When
chances
were
slim
to
none
I
was
the
skinniest
one
but
kept
the
biggest
gun
In
the
hood
I'm
a
boss
cause
I
get
it
done
My
niggas
empty
drums,
pull
up
and
pull
off
now
that's
a
hit
and
run
Cause
old
habits,
it's
hard
for
me
to
break
those
We
weigh
packages
whole,
shake
rattle
and
roll
I'm
talkin'
crate
loads
Easy
passin'
through
tolls,
breakin'
the
border
Meetin'
quotas,
drinkin'
glasses
of
rose
And
Moet
for
Moses,
diamonds
in
my
gold
link
Glowin'
piece,
goin'
when
I'm
strikin'
a
pose
We
finally
famous
but
this
the
life
that
we
chose
Gold
wire,
C
frames
with
the
ice
on
my
nose
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