Bài hát The Holiday Song Báo Lỗi

Hey, yo uru, this Just Blaze, Bleek and Free right?

So I could get a hook or verse or sumthin'?

(Get outta here!)

Stick to makin' beats, I stick to yo' moms, nigga


Just blaze

Roll up a L, pour glass in that arm-e

Young E's had game since the days of Atari

Since the youth, I used to shoot her right back to the path

My day, goin' hard, mack the back of the cab


Did it all, little robbery, back cart of the G-train

Hood became a part of me, got a hell of a street game

Niggas don't want no part of me, bitches they

Wanna roll up, roll out, sit in the Ferrari

Breeze through Marcy


They know I'm gangsta in every way, what

I keep it gangsta, tech on me everyday, but

P-Game, how I lean to hit it, don't act right

I got to leave these bitches you know


I chase bread dog, I'm after the spread dog

The least you could do is give a nigga a lil' head, dog

Parked by Marcy, this two door Ferrari

Can't believe Mami deny me poonani


But I guess she don't listen to rap

So I'mma slut her like a ghost

In the hole, missing the track

And I'm a P, I, M, P, fo' sho rap

R,O,C N,Y,C, for short


F, R, two e's slide through deliver more

R, O, C, P,H,I, for short, por favor

I twist backwards swerve in the jeep

Cheek deep, pick up the chicks

Chicks lookin' for Bleek


Bleek sleep, makin' me sick won't answer the phone

Motorola, two way, you may answer to Freeway

I think it's him pagin' me now, I hear the back strap

Where you at? Got a room full of freaks

And they tryin' to get right, I could smut 'em all night

And get them chickens outta sight


Pass them hoes, then mack 'em

G to K, Freeway known for movin' the yay

I could get 'em from point A to point G

Here's the deal, I stuff 'em in the wheel

For the right amount of bills, I bring 'em where you stay


Y'all hate Freeway, scared when you see the Freeway

But you wanna kill Freeway, your girl ride the Freeway

Everyday, up and down, back and forth

In and out, know every route


Where my bitches who stack niggas?

Fuck wit a nigga like Memphis who gettin' that paper

But'll light you up with the jigga man

Where my bitches at? Where my bitches at?

Where my real bitches at? C'mon


And all my niggas who took llamas, murda, murda

Heard of a nigga named Freeway, from Philly to the 'Linas

Where my niggas at? Where my niggas at?

Where my real niggas at c'mon


All day I be smokin', we all my niggas who tokin'

We hit the block with the potent

Give 'em a week and they blow it

You know and you know


There's some ofa's sittin' low and my dogs

Know who all of us are, we sit low in them cars

Ain't no bitches wanna roll, they say I'm doin' my thing

See it's blue in the chain, I was changin' my jeans but

Li'l Mami is you rollin'or what? You fucka, you suck

For real I'm tryin'a see what's up with you


Introduce you to the pimp and the playas

It's no playin' 'cuz I'm a gangsta

I don't fuck with them hatas and basic

Hatin' is the part I ain't feelin'

Hoe's wanna fuck, 'cuz there's shit that I'm willin'


Once they see it, I just fuck up they head

And when I bang out in the hood, I just fuck up my bread

Instead of lead, I save it when I see you face to face

Right now, I'm fucking wit hoes, they don't gimme face shit


Where my bitches who stack niggas?

Fuck wit a nigga like Memphis who gettin' that paper

But'll light you up with the jigga man

Where my bitches at? Where my bitches at?

Where my real bitches at? C'mon


And all my niggas who took llamas, murda, murda

Heard of a nigga named Freeway, from Philly to the 'Linas

Where my niggas at? Where my niggas at?

Where my real niggas at c'mon


Just Blaze

Just Blaze