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sip capone day one – ghetto blaster lyrics

everybody all aboard
it’s the party train
i’m the conducta the instructa
word to the motherf-cka
if you don’t like it
then f-ck your motha
mothaf-ck ya
drunk as a motherf-cka
in a 4 on thangs
without a licence to drive, like corey haim
it’s slip vicious, b-tches
16 switches, dae on the deep dishes
the west is back homie
and we at it again
to live the track
like it’s montezuma’s revenge
i’d be up in the club trippin
like i’d wanted to learn
off a the sherm??
with the terries how a perm??
and this is to whom it may concearn
i’m hot, you play with fire, you ‘ll get burned

get money get dollars get your cash on
it’s calculus baby so go get ya math on
get high, get drunk, put your dance on
go homie f-ck wake up and put your pants on

put me in your ghettoblaster
i’m a ghettob-st-rd with my ghettoblaster-

i’mma smoke what i wanna smoke
‘f-ck that’
i’d be up in the back burning like a struck match
i’m a ghetto b-st-rd with my ghetto blaster
you don’t got no ghettopas i gotta ghettoblast ya
it’s goin’ down like wrestlemania
it’s pistolmania in pistolvania
capony blow it up like lithuania
problems from pasedena to pensilvania
i got the partypeople dancing in the streets
i’m a slave to the rythm and a master to the beat
run the track back i rap till it’s complete
me and my homie dae one made a masterpiece
capony-boy’s back with kurupt and daz
i get money with frank nitty and bad–ss
i’m down with the mixed j’ro and tash
and this is for the memory of johnny cash

get money get dollars get your cash on
it’s calculus baby go get ya math on
get high, get drunk, put your dance on
go homie f-ck wake up and put your pants on

put me in your ghettoblaster
i’m a ghettob-st-rd with my ghettoblaster-

so pop-pop it off, chop it up, chop it off
pick it up, drop it off, ship it out, get it all
it’s capony-boy baby you better get ghost like patrick swayze
you better get up on it when capone’s spitting on it
i take a track and sprinkle a little bit a’ glitter on it
turn it up and annoy the neighbours
i got one in the chamber, keeping it gangsta
pink champagne on the cashmere sweater
i’m robin blake and this is beretta
n-gga’s can’t see me, not now and not never
my spirital hearth that’s studio forever
so pretty like h-llo kitty
and my n-gga frank nitty got the key to the city
we give it up for 2-pac but the jigger is jiggy
all my n-gga’s on the east-coast bumping to biggie

get money get dollars get your cash on
it’s calculus baby so go get ya math on
get high, get drunk, put your dance on
go homie f-ck wake up and put your pants on

put me in your ghettoblaster
i’m a ghettob-st-rd with my ghettoblaster-

- sip capone day one lyrics

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