Light it muthafuka. light it
Yea
Bout time yea, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Yea, lit
Stay lit
Got a dream
But I ain't Martin Luther king
Bring me my Ching Ching
I watch you dance on the sling
Got a dream
But I ain't Martin Luther king
Bring me my Ching Ching
I watch you dance on the sling
Don't brag and boast
This drink in my hand ima toast
They really think I could give them notes
To take but I light this lighter up to smoke
Best send yo ass back to class
With them, people asking
For a handout yes
I'm the bully in this place
Go ahead and take it to my grave
I ain't got time to misplace
Halloween night is coming and your Bag is mine to take
I know I'm bittersweet with revenge by my waist
No running contest
But your doing laps
Like its a race
Try to keep pace
In this game, I'm playing is outta Space
Hope this shit I'm inhaling isn't laced
Go retrace my footsteps
And find no fingerprints on the case
From the village of the home of the brave
All about my dollar bill
F*ck a snitch and them hating eyes, You feel?
I been in the field
But ask around and hear them lips be concrete sealed
Got a dream
But I ain't Martin Luther king
Bring me my Ching Ching
I watch you dance on the sling, sling, sling, sling, sling, sling
Got a dream
But I ain't Martin Luther king
Bring me my Ching Ching
I watch you dance on the sling
Like your soul is for sale
But that's only the trail
Of the devil in detail
So put the nail in the coffin
And lower it down to my sweet hometown
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Light it muthafuka. light it
Yea
Bout time yea, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Yea, lit
Stay lit
Got a dream
But I ain't Martin Luther king
Bring me my Ching Ching
I watch you dance on the sling
Got a dream
But I ain't Martin Luther king
Bring me my Ching Ching
I watch you dance on the sling
Don't brag and boast
This drink in my hand ima toast
They really think I could give them notes
To take but I light this lighter up to smoke
Best send yo ass back to class
With them, people asking
For a handout yes
I'm the bully in this place
Go ahead and take it to my grave
I ain't got time to misplace
Halloween night is coming and your Bag is mine to take
I know I'm bittersweet with revenge by my waist
No running contest
But your doing laps
Like its a race
Try to keep pace
In this game, I'm playing is outta Space
Hope this shit I'm inhaling isn't laced
Go retrace my footsteps
And find no fingerprints on the case
From the village of the home of the brave
All about my dollar bill
F*ck a snitch and them hating eyes, You feel?
I been in the field
But ask around and hear them lips be concrete sealed
Got a dream
But I ain't Martin Luther king
Bring me my Ching Ching
I watch you dance on the sling, sling, sling, sling, sling, sling
Got a dream
But I ain't Martin Luther king
Bring me my Ching Ching
I watch you dance on the sling
Like your soul is for sale
But that's only the trail
Of the devil in detail
So put the nail in the coffin
And lower it down to my sweet hometown
Yea
Bout time yea, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Yea, lit
Stay lit
Got a dream
But I ain't Martin Luther king
Bring me my Ching Ching
I watch you dance on the sling
Got a dream
But I ain't Martin Luther king
Bring me my Ching Ching
I watch you dance on the sling
Don't brag and boast
This drink in my hand ima toast
They really think I could give them notes
To take but I light this lighter up to smoke
Best send yo ass back to class
With them, people asking
For a handout yes
I'm the bully in this place
Go ahead and take it to my grave
I ain't got time to misplace
Halloween night is coming and your Bag is mine to take
I know I'm bittersweet with revenge by my waist
No running contest
But your doing laps
Like its a race
Try to keep pace
In this game, I'm playing is outta Space
Hope this shit I'm inhaling isn't laced
Go retrace my footsteps
And find no fingerprints on the case
From the village of the home of the brave
All about my dollar bill
F*ck a snitch and them hating eyes, You feel?
I been in the field
But ask around and hear them lips be concrete sealed
Got a dream
But I ain't Martin Luther king
Bring me my Ching Ching
I watch you dance on the sling, sling, sling, sling, sling, sling
Got a dream
But I ain't Martin Luther king
Bring me my Ching Ching
I watch you dance on the sling
Like your soul is for sale
But that's only the trail
Of the devil in detail
So put the nail in the coffin
And lower it down to my sweet hometown
Writer: Arundel Orosco
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