under the parka hood When the stove-pipe smoke breaks sudden off and the sky is weirdly lit And the careless feel of a bit of steel burns like a red
roof tryna blast at you See me in the six coupe, twins engine Skiddin, murder scene left, God ridden New guns, old guns, need to test those I burn, baby, burn
in your body, party-hearty, Lodi Dodi Carley, your Daddy smoke like Bob Marley, Sorry I'm hardly the one you should learn from, Everywhere I turn somebody wanna burn
number one rap creator forcing rhymes to make your mind boggle Guzzling MC's like a bottle of OE, Drunken, pass me another cup Round them up, mad jam
for the watch, just waiting for the right time I just realized in my money state of mind I'm on another level devils meet me in the sky [Chorus] [Verse
from the Beat Junkies ready to mix 'Cuz they cutting up the wax for everybody Come on over 'cuz were having a party We lighting up the sky with the burning
beat junkies ready to mix 'cause they cutting up the wax for everybody Come on over 'cause were having a party We lighting up the sky with the burning
green light for you" Got lyrics about pleasure some about pain From Southern Cali where they say it never rains It's different dames that make me count blessings We burn
truth, we are fragile creatures, living in a sheltered womb. As I walk amongst genocide, liberty's burning bright Another way to survive, missiles decorate the sky
[Chorus] It's alright As you may have heard To smoke the fat one and let the thunder burn It's okay, to play this loud Mr DJ, don't mean to sweat
I iggity am what I am, I comes to get biz so bust the jam I might not be the man but y'all I still proceed to slam, I cram to understand why these rappers
s back, Fat Freddys me we all up in the zone special editions and balance down in the south created I had a plan to elevate and so I elevate it a blue sky
jungle and I can't be tamed Take you all the way to the millenium brain It's the return of the yearm, Mr Funky Worm Heat it like a bottomless kettle, let it burn
under the parka hood; When the stove-pipe smoke breaks sudden off, and the sky is weirdly lit, And the careless feel of a bit of steel burns like a red
yo my heart you touch, ay yo, listen Put your hands up in the sky and yo, listen Dance 'cause you know that you fly, ay yo, listen Heav D burnin' the
Events recent that lit a fire under him like pots and pans rockets and I (eye) up in the sky like helicopter cams And you down there in the traffic jam
me lonely in a de World Mac 11, him a watch every corner me turn 404 ask me fe a spliff a fe go burn SLR, him get horny an' a skin him waan burn 380