[Intro: Joe from 1992's Reservoir Dogs]
Oh you guys like to tell jokes and giggle and kid around huh?
"What did we do wrong? What shoulda we done? What didn't we do? It's your fault, my fault, his fault. All that bullshit.” Finally someone comes up with the idea, "Wait a minute. While we were planning this caper, all we did was sit around tell fuckin' jokes! Got the message?"
[Verse 1: YL]
Yo, my view distorted through Dominican cigar smoke
I stole the mic just from rippin' off the barcode
The villain strikes again, venemous to the mics and men
Bodies layin' empty 'till discoveries of light within
Swim into the deep end, walk to the horizon
Niggas lose faith then they apply science
Check the forecast, light precipitation is predicted
Lotta women suckin' (gasp) we get to labeled as committed
I don't get it, I don't get a lot of things
Let the lady sing, baby swing that body fuck around and do a dip
Bring it back 'fore I break that ass off like a chip
I'm just thinkin' aloud I tend to do it often
Especially when the Hennessy get the best of me
Coughin' off the trees
Bring my mind some peace when I'm fallin' off over the top over the edge
Keep watch, while I'm jumpin' over the fence
I sip my drink on the bench
Long nights nigga, long days I'm just tryna get my rights nigga
In all ways, always uh Triple R niggas don't play
Yo Triple R niggas don't play we don't fuck around
Oh you guys like to tell jokes and giggle and kid around huh?
"What did we do wrong? What shoulda we done? What didn't we do? It's your fault, my fault, his fault. All that bullshit.” Finally someone comes up with the idea, "Wait a minute. While we were planning this caper, all we did was sit around tell fuckin' jokes! Got the message?"
[Verse 1: YL]
Yo, my view distorted through Dominican cigar smoke
I stole the mic just from rippin' off the barcode
The villain strikes again, venemous to the mics and men
Bodies layin' empty 'till discoveries of light within
Swim into the deep end, walk to the horizon
Niggas lose faith then they apply science
Check the forecast, light precipitation is predicted
Lotta women suckin' (gasp) we get to labeled as committed
I don't get it, I don't get a lot of things
Let the lady sing, baby swing that body fuck around and do a dip
Bring it back 'fore I break that ass off like a chip
I'm just thinkin' aloud I tend to do it often
Especially when the Hennessy get the best of me
Coughin' off the trees
Bring my mind some peace when I'm fallin' off over the top over the edge
Keep watch, while I'm jumpin' over the fence
I sip my drink on the bench
Long nights nigga, long days I'm just tryna get my rights nigga
In all ways, always uh Triple R niggas don't play
Yo Triple R niggas don't play we don't fuck around
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