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Real RSWD Lyrics

Verse 1 ( Alexander Spit)

I've neva had no poser in my clique
I'm timeless with that music, I'll be posted for a bit
I got swag like coffee cups, with coasters for the drip
West-side fear and loathing, I'm here coasting on my trip
I'll just rolled a spliff, got me feeling so handsome
Spit stays blunted, cause my city full of samsons
Feeling like a champion, Buju Banton
Lampin' up in the clouds they on 9 like a handgun
Jackson stitching, she like where you get your pants from
Said some other shit, but in my head I was think anthems
Thinking how you chant them , and awards and how you grant them
My party full of Debbies, and your function full of randoms
Black girls , Goth girls and illy Phillipenos
They all be giving brains and they got spitta feelin genius
All was all English, Shit we making up in french
I sent them home in a cab , and now we hanging out again
Rosewood, that's the mafioso, normal is the avenue and bring the baddies for new photo's
Alexander Spit thats the name of the bandit, Big booty slapper thats the name of the hand
My ends a ghost town and I made it out copless
Betty's all rare top notches , topless
Robbing down the block I got my pockets full of profits
Yeah its summmertime I got my celly full of prospects

And real Gs know this shop will get that mo weed out
The vodka don't freeze and let the childs for a thursday out
I got this word to mouth that’s killin yall softly
Like these wild girls with narcotics that give them nosebleeds

I called my old bitch and said sorry bout ya
I twitpic'ed my whole team like baby girl we out here
And rosewood is where we spark this, where ashtrays get filled with more roaches than joe’s apartment
Verse 2 CBG ( Chill Black Guy)

Woke up smoked a spliff brushed my teeth how I usually do
Slept alone for the first night in a week or two, shit could’ve been three though, cose we goin hard the sum of me and all my negros amigos phillipinos
Catch us in the VIP blunts as big as burritos
Girls on my ?? my nigga this is neat yo
That means its too easy sorta like a fingerroll
I took her to the bathroom gave her drugs she got my thing on swoll
Wow, that’s when I told her girl to slow her roll
Couldn’t fuck with her passin' to hawaii on the low
You know the way the game go nigga get some money
Loose his head for the fame
But I'mma remain the same
Cose I’m a chill black doin some chill shit getting chill money

Young hawaii slim tell ‘em how you feel maney

Verse 3 ( Young Hawaii Slim)

OOh my pill kicked in, I took acid a week ago my nigga i’m still trippin'
Drunk on the dancefloow, kickin' with her best friend
And only time will tell of how this night goin' end
Money to spend money to make
Bong trees white flakes for goodness sake???
Get off yo ass and make some money dummy
Nobody wants to hear your tummy beanie
Honors on sunday oysters and champagne lobsters and shrimp

On monday, um hey i gotta get it like killah camp
????, stacks ?? in my pants god damn
Soft white grams cose we all about that action
You’re just tough acting Tinactin,i’m hawaii van damme
We all be trappin' Rosewood all day come get it whole team super stackin off that yayo'
We active in the club, i’m actin with ya bitch
I’m movin' super slow ?? activist

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January 1, 2012
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