New '06 shit from ya boy Saag.
Beat by Real Entertainment - Run Game
Fire pon de massive!
asyk saga
Lyrics
I’m alone in these streets, in the zone I’m buzzin
Got a hardcore speech and I’m prone to cussin
You bleach blonde peach, palm beach pussy soft
Like the weak sob of ya mom greivin your loss
So get lost or get frosted, My patience is thin,
I’m racing to win but my clips get exhausted
I walk I’m hawked, drive it’s on side
so you can get it anywhere, nigga at anytime
Hook:
it’s gut instinct, Syk slick bastard
spit acidic, gastric, straight from the thoracic ,
base jump into madness
hear the bass stay thumpin in my cabbage.
I’m the grunt with the blunt and the polar front
Half drunk, half monk lab junkie, you cant fuck wit me
I’m the purpose of a mic and acrowd to rock,
The main reason you might get drowned chopped
Take a seasonal flight for the pounds of crop
So in a season of blight I can pound the block
And don’t front. Nigga the malice in ya eyes
Could bring down teh swat team on any maggot playin fly
Flow like the southern tide, I’m all over hot bitches
They like it when I give it to em while they wash dishes
I’m likin how she walk in panties and bra switchin
And we might go to the park and embarrass some old women
And that’s how it goes you a passion interest
I’m at home drillin in a latin empress
I consistently wet it up before I beat,
like the beat I wet it up and get it ready for the streets
you think you ready, sine on the dotted line like
math geeks love the way I flip lines, son
I do this all the time, it’s