: (Instrumental)
(Instrumental)
my basement and Get sleazy, sick of all your lines, so cheesy Sorry, daddy, but I'm not that easy I'm not gonna sit here while you circle-jerk it and
t cut mustard, muster up nothing Brain fuzzy, cause he's buzzin', woke up from that buzz Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it Wasn't cause he had buzzards circle
back to my basement And get sleazy, sick of all your lines, so cheesy Sorry daddy, but I'm not that easy I'm not gonna sit here while you circle-jerk
getting murked, though Yeah, we getting money, nigga Who getting work, though And I got the Kush, nigga I got the Purple, move squares 'Cause we got a hold on the circle
Yeah, regardless I'm a keep on gettin' grawlers And I pop her pussy Like I pop my collar Panamera porsh Pameramic top Hang out the roof Jack in the box
game was on, Tampa Bay and Carolina I wasn't payin' much attention, the volume down Not watchin' it at all This house was like an ice box, had all the
tell the difference, they both just blend together. And I just put each day in a box on a calendar, winter to summer. And I'll go walking in that same circle
But now the chow line, y'all, was one big showtime But that's when a riot jumped off And they threw me in the box for startin it off They told me for
niggas up than jack in a box It don't stop [ CHORUS ] So all you locsters and you hoes Grab yo khakis and yo locs It's that nigga from Westside MAAD Circle
Up then down, lost not found Tomorrow's yesterday All the way, face to face Let me in your hiding place Justice, lives inside of laughter Stand alone, a circle
out the box Chi, knock em out Chi Let em live son Knock em out the box Chi, knock em out Chi Knock em out the box Chi, knock em out Chi Knock em out the
same in ways We both speak with our hands in dangerous ways Rap now is a circus of clowns A whole lot of lip from cliques I'd probably rap circles around
Technical combination ??? skeptical and dubs And fears with sharks and tears will come out empty-handed. Branded ??? I fuckin hate it. I rock with a box
and pixies. Risky busniness, my life on a discus. Witness protection, tour the intestine. Geometric ethics knocks you out, Keep it keep it in the circle
the sink blood rushing out my nostrils, I'm thinking about the pain that I've inflicted entering the world of shame become a victim I feel death circling
