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tha liks - promote violins lyrics

ever since i was young i wanted to be somethin’ like what i am

we promote violins, yeah, check me out
we promote violins, e-swiftulaus, kurupt
young gotti, neo deastro, franklin gostra the sixth, sixth

may i laugh to yourself sh-lls, before honor and war i just can’t tell
i can’t fake these soliloquies, silencers off, the art of warfare in here violence is off, po po’s gone, periscopes on, telescopes on
and tell her that hope gone and show her that war is war
fours and forty-fours banana peelin’ clips stacked ceilin’ to floor
boards head up the concourse, like in concourse, scissorhands

bulldoze ran like honda accords, i’m perfect with every note
’til the periscope’s on, play like the accordian perfect with every chord
we combine, mental body and soul’s columbine, hope floats
like public streams, ravines, harm forces that bear armed forces
puttin’ body parts all over walls and public signs anxious as ginuwine

congressional street scholar, professional street soldier
intellectual manitoba, california to cuba, goodin’ like cuba
goodin’ gettin’ blown like a tuba, dead in the head sh-lls, shed red october, shed and spread, c-ck and pop the glock only, i’m with
king tee and tha liks, alkahol it up like, b-tch, get the f-ck off my d-ck
i got pistols, pills, acid, bombs, crank, crystalized c-ke in lines

i don’t give a f-ck
(we don’t give a f-ck about nuttin’)
i don’t give a f-ck
(we don’t give a f-ck about nuttin’)
i don’t give a f-ck
(we don’t give a f-ck about nuttin’)

you the only one walkin’ around with a hot stolen gun
thinkin’ you napolean and dream of holdin’ some while i’m rollin’
one it’s like a medieval upheaval, the regal get chopped up
and found on both coasts, gettin’ ate up by the seagulls, now
you out for the season, j-ro is the reason you freezin’ in the cold sneezin’ while i’m takin’ pictures cheesin’ at the likwid meetin’ eatin’

and we all got heat that be repeatin’ for you knee gaz
we trippin’ sippin’ on hen and ready to quench yo’ thirst
every time i kick a verse you wish you’d thought of it first
i need a nurse, before my head burst from divin’ headfirst
into your local networks some people think hip-hop is so obnoxious
some people get a kick out of it like shoe boxes

i hope that, mc’s all get a lot of g’s per rap
’cause while the microphones are on the place i’ll spit my words at
if i was in the ring with four men they’d have to get more men
with mops and towels for all the liquid pourin’, king tee and tha liks and kurupt f-ck it up like, b-tch, get the f-ck off my d-ck
i got hookers, hoes, tramps, pigeons, b-tches, rats, sl-ts with big b-tts

i don’t give a f-ck
(i don’t give a f-ck)
i don’t give a f-ck
(i don’t give a motherf-ck)

so while the clock be tock tickin’ tha liks be hop hippin’
straight drop-kickin’ victims ’til they egos stop trippin’, b-tchin’
while my set is on set to set it off, while they set to set-trippin’
but still can’t get it off this section sectioned off for the fly hoes
and alkies, y’all n-gg-z know the rules you can’t pop bottles

without me, it’s likwid and all my n-gg-z is don kings
gettin’ drunk, writin’ rhymes by the pool in palm springs
’cause ain’t nuttin’ changed but the size of the bottles, we still rock
the shows with a rollo–ss wobble so look but don’t touch ’cause everybody know the facts is tash a maniac, tash had tracks
with actors still with tha liks alcoholed it up like, b-tch
get the f-ck off my d-ck, i got juice, gin, mo’, hen, walkin’ in the mall with thirty thousand to spend so f-ck y’all we, don’t give a

i don’t give a f-ck
(f-ck, don’t, give, a)
i don’t give a f-ck
(f-ck, don’t, give, a)
i don’t give a f-ck
(f-ck, don’t, give, a)
i don’t give a f-ck
(f-ck, don’t, give, a)

i don’t give a f-ck
(f-ck, don’t, give, a)
i don’t give a f-ck
(f-ck, don’t, give, a)
i don’t give a f-ck
(f-ck, don’t, give, a)
i don’t give a f-ck

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