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    "Spaghetti Junction" Lyrics


    Niggas elope wit'ski slopes and fall like avalanches
    tootin like it's cool yous a fool
    and i can't just sit around and watch
    those nose membranes flame
    my ends is loose and you can't stop that rain
    when it starts to fall

    Over like Ms. Pacman
    hammer and vogues and catman
    i'm speaking about them crows
    cause you know nothing bout that man
    the nigga the B-I-G is high in flight like valujet

    you thinking about the beating
    this my end is never met nigga

    black man, white man, J man aint no joke
    remember me and my cousin used to sit up o' the porch
    and talk about when we get older
    now we up against the ropes, yeah they kickin niggaz door down
    cause it aint no dope on the streets
    a quarter pound of feet weed that's all a nigga like me need
    talking about that southern ses, nigga you all up in that mess
    but never shall you test and never shall you quiz
    running up on me with that fuck shit
    will get you nothing but dead nigga

    be careful where you roam
    cause you might not make it home
    don't you dare ever get lost

    or get caught up in that sauce
    to all you playas play your brims
    and you hustlers chrome your rims
    lacks and pimps and macks
    i love the corners that you bend

    Well i'm dranking on yak while i'm dippin off in that 'lac
    them junkins around my way ya'll always smokin on that crack
    be layin them college park hoez flat on they backs
    living the life of pimps steadily making this paper stack
    niggaz don't understand the master plan
    crumble your 'erb man til they start kickin the doors in
    then be ready to blast them out, like Kast, we bout to crash
    so mayday, may Dre knock them up off they ass boy

    We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those
    people got.. we forgot, they always goona keep a plot
    right up they sleeve you won't believe they decieve like weave

    theives can break in your crib and leave in that good life to
    so give me, me and then i'm straight as 8:05
    see blind folds can't cover three eyes
    we wise to the fact so we attack wit what we know
    heaven is the only good life so what you strivin fo

    Well like flip-flops and football socks
    a nigga be rockin the mike like birthdays
    lil jon and sercy so are you worthy
    i'm callin yo'ass a flaw pimp
    yappin' about this crew you run wit
    Bankhead bouncin to that dump shit
    So what else can you come wit

    They can bite but cannot be us
    they can come and pick a little slang but cannot see us
    you ought to be a shame tryin' to fit in my adidas
    so run like dmc is me and no, don't get no heater

    well wez dippin around the corner
    in that golden stankin lincoln
    and got my heat up under my seat
    just case these youngstas try to take it
    pullin a pistol on a black man
    was never the plot but sometimes
    my brothers will dis us and try to take my spot

    well they come like black stallions in the night
    usually around 4 or 5 that's when they figure the time is right
    when you good and sleep i couldn't until i seen't
    wit my own eyes here they come over the hill surprise
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Patrick Brown, Raymon Murray, Rico Wade.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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