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2 craps in a missout - boldy james lyrics

[intro]
schemin’
it’s blocks
black
let’s milk the game dry
street bullies
227
king of the d sh*t

[verse 1]
i’m internationally known, locally accepted
if i’m overstood to be wrong stand me corrected
got n*ggas coming home nevuary 32nd
that’ll never see a black president get re*elected
keep us spiralling backwards like we dyslexic
he an aspiring actor, me, i’m eclectic
no sneak diss ’cause if i was taking shots
you would know exactly to and whom it was directed
soon as i addressed it it’s funeral processions
never to impress on first impressions
gifted with a curse though that curse is a blessing
covered in the blood of jesus, thirsting refreshment
certified tested and improved
i heard a blind man tell a deaf man
never let them know your right hand from your left hand
cause when you end up doing life trying to help the next man
next thing you know your wife f*cking your best man
[chorus]
dig in and dig out
pig pens, we finna pig out
kingpins, we in that brick house
on the apple jack, two cr*ps in a missout
dig in and dig out
pig pens, we finna pig out
kingpins, we in that brick house
on the apple jack, two cr*ps in a missout

[verse 2]
if he a street n*gga why he so animated
when i could rub the pie in his face and make him [?]
when i’m out in san andreas with my man josaih
on the west coast got the ’64 patty cake
worth a cool half a mil., word to allie vegas
i sammy davis jr. the tuner, dilapidated
semi activated, have you decapitated
never really had too much of an imagination
no exaggeration i been through them situations
can you imagine facing [?] and retaliation
n*gga ran off with the pack, why would i have to chase him
when i can get his son napped at his graduation
don’t make me send them bullies at you, that’s evacuation
my n*ggas get to pulling at you like gravitation
always had a bully automatic fascination
cause in my hood if we ain’t have it then we have to take it
[chorus]
dig in and dig out
pig pens, we finna pig out
kingpins, we in that brick house
on the apple jack, two cr*ps in a missout
dig in and dig out
pig pens, we finna pig out
kingpins, we in that brick house
on the apple jack, two cr*ps in a missout

[verse 3]
my b*tch a ten, built like a brick sh*t house
had to put the b*tch out, she welcomed me with open doors
above and beyond, i’m taking this sh*t overboard
this a sm*rg*sbord to a mother f*cking overlord
too much to ignore, it’s just the allure
and i got a good rapport with breaking the law
so, push on the floor, people telling me i’m more mature
the moral of the story i just don’t want to be poor no more
taking pop bottles back to the party store
got my monies right, naw n*gga we could go to war
tail work great and the goonies meet me on the shore
sweep you with the push broom and clean you up like a chore
i keep a .44 in my top dresser drawer
and a lion in my pocket, try me, i’ll let it roar
come in and shut the door
what can i do for you?
he trying to turn his couple few graham crackers to a s’more
[chorus]
dig in and dig out
pig pens, we finna pig out
kingpins, we in that brick house
on the apple jack, two cr*ps in a missout
dig in and dig out
pig pens, we finna pig out
kingpins, we in that brick house
on the apple jack, two cr*ps in a missout

- boldy james lyrics

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