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Correct The Year I Became A Mutherfuckin' G Lyrics
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Correct The Year I Became A Mutherfuckin' G
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[Verse 1: Busdriver] Yeah I use to flee the scene 'cause my scripted dream was too green to pick My nigga's mugs is mean so my stump would lean, I believed I’m thick Used to get double teamed to the bumblebees, had to pee on six But they don't really fuck with me though I'm sucker free in my recent picks My art degree on pinkish, the [reese?] is penis shrinkage They won't believe my genius, my shits on Peter Dinklage And all of my homies are political prisoners, medicine man who scribbled them signatures And y'all are some digital natives who never did dirt on no physical havens Kindergartners, up at the dinner parties being fickle with payments You often belittle the layman, mm A cow wouldn't utter your scorn, too [?] in form Manipulate thunderstorms No more shucking corn [Chorus: Busdriver] Ooh wee keep this between you and me I done turned into a G Ooh wee keep this between you and me I done turned into a G Make you see what I see Ooh wee keep this between you and me I done I done I done I done I done Ooh wee keep this between both of us I never put nothing over us [?] my flows when now or never, oh! [Verse 2: Busdriver] You see my baby mama only loves me for my father's money But I got [?] wad of twenties with my college buddies like And they kept it [?] slur [?] hammer of the dulcimer [?] rubber band [?] smoke [?] If did it all again never vote for her So I read intellect always interject on my rove and passions While the local sets have to lament on the homies passing People sing for the burrito king free of all charges So the state of art scape Park is why I [?] the harvest and ball the hardest [Chorus: Busdriver] Ooh wee keep this between you and me I done turned into a G Ooh wee keep this between you and me I done turned into a G Make you see what I see Ooh wee keep this between you and me I done I done I done I done I done Ooh wee keep this between both of us Identify nothing over us [?] my flows when now or never, oh! [Bridge: Busdriver] (I am in deep space) (Getting cookie faced) (I am in my place) (No you cannot find this face) (I am in deep space) (Getting cookie faced) (You can't find my place) (No you cannot find) [Verse 3: Lorde Fredd33] 21 Jump Street, have you wheeze when everyone stomps? Talking one call that sauce, specially when it come to that pump But your bro don't know, get it sold on host, in this city make a bunch of nigga's foe When the night so cold, you know Lorde Fredd33 see the fucking world blow Lazy niggas, crazy bitches, empty clips, and baby pictures Told the pastor save the scriptures for the hopeless masses Rappers they just like my son, he swear he independent But when shit get real he call on daddy wipe his little ass I ain't got no time to fuck around You niggas count and say you want some dick I got a trunk that you can drown in Real North side shit going off Know you wanna rep it but respect it Fuck around and slide up on your guesses Get to chin checking, get the message Heard niggas tryna get back (get back) Nigga you ain't tracked these miles Better pick a whole new act This is a life, not style Cotton candy, sweet n' low, man you niggas tootsie rolls Tootsie rolls, tootsie rolls [Chorus: Busdriver] Ooh wee keep this between you and me I done turned into a G Ooh wee keep this between you and me I done turned into a G Make you see what I see Ooh wee keep this between you and me I've done done I've done I've done [Bridge: Busdriver] I can do anything when I'm focused I can do anything when I'm focused These other times are so bogus When they come through (I can do anything) (I can do anything) [Verse 4: Lorde Fredd33] F.R.E Double D, add it up 633 Work, work, murk and repeat Busdriver understand a G Cali on my mind, I need a trip Searching for some new mentorship Time to level up up in this bitch Time to level up up in this bitch [Verse 5: Busdriver] I can do anything that I want When I focus on a fixed point I could bend a spoon, I could befriend the moon I don't think you get the point I could make reality submit to my will A spiritual leader I [?] grill At the Last Supper I split the bill I blow my life into the slit of your gills [?] and a lone strike [?] with a phone wipe Authorities authorizing drone flights Over a Southern California snow fight Or a harvest Don't have the courage of a [?] pearl or the entire winter break My dinner plates are dark creams Outside of the art scene of your British mates Internet famous I'm a cyber student Turn the fan club to a fighter group Fucking with the government cables under the tables from an inspired goof My [?] always fire proof My defective apprentice is a reflective surface Telling me that I need to follow suit 'Cause my product turn my mind to goo I can do anything when I Spread bliss with my tennis elbow I am the king of the sand people From an apartment in San Pedro [?] argument For the nuclear disarmament While I'm looking like Mario Van Peebles I can do anything with a car battery, wind sail And antiquated smart phone And medicine ball because I'm better than y'all I know how to carve bone into an elegant picture frame Or burgundy wash And put it exactly where the physics wain And while I dispute all of the wizards claims I can do anything I can do anything I can do anything I can do anything
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