All tha Time
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Uh, uh, uh! Ah? Ah?
You got Moesha E?
All tha time B
You got your Indonesia B?
All tha time E
You got the street sweeper broom?
All tha time B
You got your chronic there too?
All tha time!
Might not know how to read and right but I do know Arm & Hammer
If the screen from a tweak of crack turns black that means it's bamma
If it's too many seeds in your weed, then chop 'em down
If your bud gets bogus, then run his ass out of town
I'm on the car key to ?spread terminal frequent? after seven
Pockets full of hundreds, can't seem to find no ones, engine revin'
Smebbin', talkin' hella shit to the cashier
Pi-pi's get right behind me askin me how much I been had to drink
And I said, "A beer"
Blitzed, out of my wits, drivin' drunk
Let's see I done hit one, two, three ain't no tellin' how many skunk
In and out of the holdin' cell, blood alcohol like a warrior
And I refuse to answer any questions without the advisory of my lawyer
I been in it, all around it, co-founded
Did it when I done it, I musta been blunted
Ninety-six hundred for the two piece
I let the homie K-One run through these
Places that I roam I let the hustle on
I wonder if the chip in the next telephone
A bad motherfucker for the butter n grits
And you niggas need to know this shit
You got Moesha E?
All tha time B
You got your Indonesia B?
All tha time E
You got the street sweeper broom?
All tha time B
You got your chronic there too?
All tha time!
I got the turf on lock, twenty-six glocker
One beeper on my side gotta be in the house by eight o'clock
Organized crime bitch, all the time bitch
Get off his dick and get on mine bitch
I be smokin' like a broke-down Coupe DeVille
Poppin' them generic brand Golden Seals
Parole can't hold me, and neither could y'all
Bitch me and my Click is off the wall
I fucks with everybody to somebody, major factors
To niggas you can't understand shit
Then nigga you must got your mask on backwards
Tiptoeing through the hood nigga, is no good nigga
Gotta have a pass, so we get that ass
You got Moesha E?
All tha time B
You got your Indonesia B?
All tha time E
You got the street sweeper broom?
All tha time B
You got your chronic there too?
All tha time!
Now the parties don't start until we walk in
Drunk off that gin, down to check yo' chin
I'm a mannish motherfucker with the chips and bread
And enough, to have your head kind of tough
Bluffin don't exist, we pull the whole cards
Tail between the legs when you walk in the yard
So if you hard, and wanna stay that way
You better watch what the fuck you play
Check it out
It's bring yo' own bottle, 'cause I be likin'
To get to perkin' somethin' awful
And compute that motherfucker slurrin'
Talkin' crazy to bitches, weeble-wobblin'
Burpin', gurgin', stomach growlin off the hinges
Lurkin', torqin' my stay highs with Red Ledges
I'm tryin' to get that fast quarter, fuck a slow nickel
Run a smooth ass operation without gettin' caught in the pickle
Take my cool ass on a vacation that maybe someday stop
Buy me an empty commercial lot
And turn it into a car wax wash and detail shop
You got Moesha E?
All tha time B
You got your Indonesia B?
All tha time E
You got the street sweeper broom?
All tha time B
You got your chronic there too?
All tha time!
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