Dirty Sanchez ft. Rokamouth, A La Sole & Joey Badass - 147 Lyrics

<CENTER> </CENTER><br /><CENTER><EM><U><B>147 Lyrics by Dirty Sanchez ft. Rokamouth, A La Sole & Joey Badass</B> </U></EM><br /><P>Dirty Sanchez and I got dirty presidents<BR>Tell your bitch that we at the back door kicking it<BR>Mix the light of hash with the spliff in it<BR>My lungs are blacker than licorice so they match with my timberlands<BR>Missy didn't hit the L yet but I'm super-duper fly, man<BR>Aviators on no helmet<BR>Capital Steez helped us formulate a team<BR>Now it's cool all week, 45 to 47 degrees<BR>Fuck school though, them hoes scoot over<BR>95 maxima, the new Range Rovers<BR>It feels like we space traveling<BR>With a eighth and a lava lamp, niggas just wishing we'd throw the towel in<BR>Tiedye mental now kill the game we bound to win<BR>Crown and caged we proceed, y’all pre-game<BR>All our proceeds are sprouting, now we reigning<BR>Dirty motherfucker this game what we staining</P><br /><P>And you don't stop, it's still 147 on an undercover cop<BR>And you don't stop, it's still 147 on an undercover cop</P><br /><P>From an AK get ‘em to a motherfucking cop<BR>Fuck is they repping for trying to lock me up for pot<BR>It's too bad that these bullets ain't gonna make you niggas stop<BR>‘Cause the way that they be watching if these faggots want the cock<BR>Why they plot on a nigga? Guess they think I'm selling rock<BR>‘Cause my knots grown bigger, I'm saving for the top<BR>Just to drop y'all quicker, fuck what you heard. beast coast gonna get you<BR>And when we come get you leave your spot on the stretcher<BR>I'm a real hot stepper fighting hard for this cheddar<BR>And only getting better, do this shit in any weather<BR>And if you really clever watch your head for your head get severed</P><br /><P>And you don't stop, and that’s 147 on an undercover cop<BR>And you don't stop, and that’s 147 on an undercover cop</P><br /><P>As I walk through the streets and the alleys of Brooklyn<BR>Fiends is on a scheme mad, cops is crooking, you shooken<BR>Just look here, this ain't your average playground<BR>Bodies in the garbage so them niggas never play round<BR>Just stay down ‘cause stray bullets might leave your face looking<BR>Destructed, young ruckus can't touch this<BR>Fake MCs, get the ham and no bluffing<BR>They say the kids ill, no, I'm fucking disgusting<BR>The bucket brim low, the all black Timbos<BR>Wear the lumberjack, got a Brooklyn mental<BR>We fresher than Mentos, you cats is all weak<BR>Spending heat on momentum, never stand on our feet<BR>These stans are I demand, the chances are MIA<BR>Read my fortunes for fortune and my times are for grand<BR>Just understand God these streets is murderous<BR>I know you heard of us, you ain't hurting us<BR>It's looking worse for you, we need a hearse for you<BR>Better quit while you're ahead or get murked in a<BR>New York minute you'll get smoked like you Newport living<BR>They want beef but MCs only be grilling</P><br /><P>And you don't stop, I said 147 on an undercover cop<BR>And you don't stop, I said 147 on an undercover cop</P><br /><P>Puff puff, pass the dutchy to the righteous man<BR>Heights expand, what we like the contraband<BR>Hit the road with a conscious band<BR>Flow rugged raw shit and filled with intoxicants<BR>So the groupie girls pop lock it in<BR>Drop it like it's hotter than tropic land<BR>Tropacan in a can, Cancun on can ann, still got the can<BR>Found your ex on the beach, you call me the sandman<BR>Got the queen on dance all on a handstand<BR>Don't worry ‘bout what car I be in it got your BM in it<BR>Dark tinted so you can't see him in it<BR>Sharp splinters, told him it'll be a minute<BR>Of blood stains thicker than wood grain<BR>Thinking they would gain but your hood blamed<BR>Production of your environmental conception<BR>Wishing you was let into which you was not let in<BR>Flourishing through flows that let you go hours<BR>True coffee flowers for hours<BR>True MCs, they move beef with cowards<BR>Me and Powers discovered our powers when we hit the sours<BR>Word to my brother Steez, I pack with the loudest so much green<BR>When we hit spliffs it's like we hit the lotto<BR>That's the lotto ‘cause "Life's a bitch" is still a motto<BR>But that ain't the only reason we get high, though</P><br /><P>And you don't stop, it's still 147 on an undercover cop<BR>And you don't stop, it's still 147 on an undercover cop</P><br /><P> </P></CENTER>

Dirty Sanchez ft. Rokamouth, A La Sole & Joey Badass - 147 Lyrics

  147 Lyrics by Dirty Sanchez ft. Rokamouth, A La Sole & Joey Badass Dirty Sanchez and I got dirty presidents Tell your bitch that we a...

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