Man You can't look like me, how you wanna flex like that
We ain't got time to be f*ckin' with you boys, man we gotta get paid real fast
And I got ten in the bank right now but I'm tryin' to get more out there
When the sun go down and the blood run cold, lil' hoe you better watch your back
You can never keep up with the boy, I just got a Glock for a brand new toy
Shootin' at the crowd when I hear your voice go bow, bow, bow, better stay on point
Lil' boy know better than that, got a lil' young man that'll watch my back
If he peep yo shade then he bust his gat with a red light beam at the bottom of yo' head like
Who feel like dyin' today?
Who feel like pressin' the boy on the block
Cuz I got the time today, who feel like f*ckin' my mood up today
I'ma show you why I do not play
Who feel like findin' out why your girl call me Jose Homicide today
No?
She poppin' her pussy, I don't really want it, I think I'ma pass today
I'm coppin' a deuce and a liter or two so I think I'ma spazz today
I shoot at his temple but don't do no hate crime
Free Palestine and the bay
The way that we pull up in Jeep and Ferrari, you think it's a ghetto parade
But I ain't gotta flex on you, lil' boy you ain't shit and you know it
I cop a pound from the plug and I flip it in G's and I'm gettin' promoted
I got the wock in the freezer in pieces subpoena, I think I'ma pour it
Walk around like I'm a pimp with a limp and a cane and a bitch and gon' stay with the motion
I take a few milligram of a dosage, tell you I'd rather go drink from the ocean
I'm givin' back if the seal come in broken, tear you to pieces, you softer than lotion
Poppin' a pill in the back of the truck, ain't addicted, I'm really devoted
Government building exploding, me and my boy Edward Snowden the culprit
Who would've thought I'd be here today?
Not me
Got a couple of bands in my jeans
I was 17 sittin' in court, never once tried takin' a plea
I got that dog in me, you don't wanna ball with me
You don't wanna see what I got with me
My shooter's dispersin' to capture a bounty
They tell you to boss at me
Jose Homicide - ghetto parade Lyrics
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Man You can't look like me, how you wanna flex like that
We ain't got time to be f*ckin' with you boys, man we gotta get paid real fast
And I got ten in the bank right now but I'm tryin' to get more out there
When the sun go down and the blood run cold, lil' hoe you better watch your back
You can never keep up with the boy, I just got a Glock for a brand new toy
Shootin' at the crowd when I hear your voice go bow, bow, bow, better stay on point
Lil' boy know better than that, got a lil' young man that'll watch my back
If he peep yo shade then he bust his gat with a red light beam at the bottom of yo' head like
Who feel like dyin' today?
Who feel like pressin' the boy on the block
Cuz I got the time today, who feel like f*ckin' my mood up today
I'ma show you why I do not play
Who feel like findin' out why your girl call me Jose Homicide today
No?
She poppin' her pussy, I don't really want it, I think I'ma pass today
I'm coppin' a deuce and a liter or two so I think I'ma spazz today
I shoot at his temple but don't do no hate crime
Free Palestine and the bay
The way that we pull up in Jeep and Ferrari, you think it's a ghetto parade
But I ain't gotta flex on you, lil' boy you ain't shit and you know it
I cop a pound from the plug and I flip it in G's and I'm gettin' promoted
I got the wock in the freezer in pieces subpoena, I think I'ma pour it
Walk around like I'm a pimp with a limp and a cane and a bitch and gon' stay with the motion
I take a few milligram of a dosage, tell you I'd rather go drink from the ocean
I'm givin' back if the seal come in broken, tear you to pieces, you softer than lotion
Poppin' a pill in the back of the truck, ain't addicted, I'm really devoted
Government building exploding, me and my boy Edward Snowden the culprit
Who would've thought I'd be here today?
Not me
Got a couple of bands in my jeans
I was 17 sittin' in court, never once tried takin' a plea
I got that dog in me, you don't wanna ball with me
You don't wanna see what I got with me
My shooter's dispersin' to capture a bounty
They tell you to boss at me
We ain't got time to be f*ckin' with you boys, man we gotta get paid real fast
And I got ten in the bank right now but I'm tryin' to get more out there
When the sun go down and the blood run cold, lil' hoe you better watch your back
You can never keep up with the boy, I just got a Glock for a brand new toy
Shootin' at the crowd when I hear your voice go bow, bow, bow, better stay on point
Lil' boy know better than that, got a lil' young man that'll watch my back
If he peep yo shade then he bust his gat with a red light beam at the bottom of yo' head like
Who feel like dyin' today?
Who feel like pressin' the boy on the block
Cuz I got the time today, who feel like f*ckin' my mood up today
I'ma show you why I do not play
Who feel like findin' out why your girl call me Jose Homicide today
No?
She poppin' her pussy, I don't really want it, I think I'ma pass today
I'm coppin' a deuce and a liter or two so I think I'ma spazz today
I shoot at his temple but don't do no hate crime
Free Palestine and the bay
The way that we pull up in Jeep and Ferrari, you think it's a ghetto parade
But I ain't gotta flex on you, lil' boy you ain't shit and you know it
I cop a pound from the plug and I flip it in G's and I'm gettin' promoted
I got the wock in the freezer in pieces subpoena, I think I'ma pour it
Walk around like I'm a pimp with a limp and a cane and a bitch and gon' stay with the motion
I take a few milligram of a dosage, tell you I'd rather go drink from the ocean
I'm givin' back if the seal come in broken, tear you to pieces, you softer than lotion
Poppin' a pill in the back of the truck, ain't addicted, I'm really devoted
Government building exploding, me and my boy Edward Snowden the culprit
Who would've thought I'd be here today?
Not me
Got a couple of bands in my jeans
I was 17 sittin' in court, never once tried takin' a plea
I got that dog in me, you don't wanna ball with me
You don't wanna see what I got with me
My shooter's dispersin' to capture a bounty
They tell you to boss at me
Writer: Jose Padilla
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