Blaze Ya Dead Homie Keep It Simple
[Verse 1: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
Keep it simple homie riding Cadillacs 'til the doors fall off
Pumping kush that will make the killas cough smoke in their lungs
This your homie let me hold some got a fifth and a bitch in the back seat looking to get done
Ride clean with the 500 spoke shoes that match up the lac offset with metallic blue
[?] That'll catch the sun right so if you eyeball it you receive temporary loss of sight
Nigga, I'm excited all you bitches better bring your spectacles or I'll serve you from afar while I'm gripping on my testicles
One hand other hand gripped the wood grain got a thang in my lap case I have to fix your brain
Got a chopper in the trunk with it some banana clips
In case you knuckleheads want to get into some gangster shit
I'm a time yea like water pop you like a pimple
Ridin' with me cuttin' we keepin' it hella simple
Top-down windows up cut roll light the blunt 32-inch shoes TVs in the head rests fresh with the wood grain from front to back get you a lac
You know, it's all good, you know, it's all good
Top-down windows up that's how I ride that's how I ride
Top-down windows up that's how I ride that's how I ride
Top-down windows up that's how I ride that's how I ride
(Keep it simple, keep it simple, keep it simple, keepin' it hella simple)
(Keep it simple, keep it simple, keep it simple, keepin' it hella simple)
(Keep it simple, keep it simple, keep it simple, keepin' it hella simple)
(Keep it simple, keep it simple, keep it simple, keepin' it hella simple)
[Verse 2: Big B]
Swervin' through traffic like I'm threading the needle
On this underground shit, yo, I'm bigger than the Beatles
Leaving enemies in that position, cold fetal
Blaze by my side blazed out 58 coupe deville black on black layed out
G as real as they come so motherfucker have no doubt
From the D that'll be backed in Kansas City
Fuckin' with my wood grain your endin' up a blood stain
You can drink my wine and you can f..ck my bitches
But you endin'up missin' if you touch them switches
Trunks full of battery chrome double pump drop the ass and watch the whole front jump
Big B A.K.A. the Abominable Snowman, A.K.A. the fat f..ck
The Pilsbury Dough Man
We keep it caddy in this mother f..cker f..ckin up your program
