Hierba Mala Nunca Muere - Mala Hierba Nunca Muere Freestyle / The Dawg Lyrics

Knick knack patty wag, give a dawg a bone
Bitch, I'm finally on, cuz I freestyle off the dome
Till I'm dead and gone, better pass the microphone
Herb's One, bitch, you know I be on
Like a f*ckin' don, smokin' on the f*ckin' strong

Rollin' up bleezy while I'm hitting' the bong
This where I belong, tell the DJ play my song
Till the break of dawn, I'll be rappin' till I'm gone
Vaya, vaya, vaya, apunta y dispara

Contra mi en el rap, pues usted no da la talla
No llega ni a la raya, de hecho se desmaya
Sheesh
Young Herbs, that's the one and only

Keep the glock caucked for the snakes and phonies
Fill em with lead for their chain and Rollie
It's Best to stay instead, and don't try me, homie
Say, don't try me, homie, got dyin' slowly

While your bitch up on me, say she tryin' to bone me
Cuz she feelin' lonely, I can't trust her homie
If you really know me, know I'm bout my paper only
Mixed a benzo with some yak, got me movin' slowly

Told the bitch to blow me
Mixed a benzo with some yak, got me movin' slowly
Told the bitch to blow me

Man, that's all we can do
We make the moves that break the rules
A fool and his money are soon parted
So we take from fools
If and when you ever fall down, get back up

Drop some, stop fronting, pick that shit back up
Stand for something or fall for everything
Wait for the right pitch or mess with every swing
In the absence of the truth, bullshit prevails

So leave that f*ck around, put truth in jail
The objective is to keep you blind
So along with the handcuffs in your arms
They got shackles on your mind

Seek and you shall find, except that failure is the only crime
Fall down eight times, get up nine