Willie The Kid & V Don – Blue Notes


I said Um!
[My heart bleeds a little for the underprivileged, yeah]
Jewels by the penny way I’m more than ready
There was 15 murders the first week and 21 last week in this Goddamn city
For Christ you are such a bleeding heart Liberal
Swore 4 plus 5 oracle bore gift
I don’t really mean you no wrong [it’s Willie The Kid]
Bake pies at red night escaping ma myth
[?] Hawaii
[Chorus:]
Since 79 held the spine order more clips
[Verse 2:]
Never recent quotes preaching for that Jack Iglesias
Where am coming from [Yeah!]
You wanna know what was happening
Or in Japan on the bullet train Cancun

No what this city needs is more police than people
I gotta keep moving on

Employees know the faces who to stretch and who to fold
I gotta Let you know where I’m coming from [TCP nigga, Ayo]
Coming [x6]
[Chorus:]
So sick no pharmacist would enter the room
[Intro:]
I thought I had to know, where am coming from

On the lake shore, told ma niggas make sure this time everything remain genuine
I’m in Muskegon Jet-skiing for the weekend
Where am coming from [Yeah! bronze man]
The fly i’m in Dubai hitting sand dunes
The fluids out shoot it out till sundown with the cops
Get blasted for looking all grand in front of ma crib
Hey please excuse our little brother
New suites in lobby and we value all flocks
You know decent people are gonna have to work here and live somewhere else
Yeah! Psycho-telepathic Despite the madness i’m perfectly insane.
I’m never Jet lagged these dudes is Lorna Doones

Got Raul put you in piece caplo waiting at ma home
New York trip PA flab foot [?]

See ma end your windows continuing
Plots for more gold and Grey robbers playing dominoes
I don’t really mean you no wrong [we do it like this nigga]
[By decent people you mean people who can afford to live somewhere else]
Please forgive him
Yeah! Yo yeah
I don’t really mean you no wrong
If I was at the field they’d be back in the war zone
I said lagavulin nigga who you fooling
Move like a bed wind
Told Torres like Papi Mase and catching cases but they cold
I’m off it playing in salon resting ma wound
We used to use Cancun to balance off the sofa
[Outro:]
That shit collapsed with ma back fucking the ribs
Breakfast in bed pop Spades no bentwisch a bad bitch wiska bisque
While you were living it up in Mali or Cali or Yahweh whatever it is
Bring Jackets on the bed fuck it I ain’t sleeping anyway
Plus explore your life show you how the lords spit
Witness me making eclipse
Telepathy, rooms full of sneakers closets full of Jings
Get old eat off rap manifest all gold
[Verse 1:]
I gotta keep moving on [Pull some next shit]
[?]
Ma talk spit body outlined floating in June
Pound up with 2 Glocks, dumb out with the Ox
With the shotty pulled cop
[Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha, it’s alright his tan boxing is not bad he nearly beat me]
[Seemed pretty good until they ran in the sand and used to live with the crime rate statistics]
I don’t really mean you no wrong
No running we [?] the world is mine on a yacht
Sit back close your legs drown in the box
Now we don’t touch the steering wheel Rover with the chauffeur
[Gun wu] I gotta keep moving on [Pull up a chair we here nigga]
Worked with los Orvich try to build him a bridge
Soon they probly find me like a body in a lot with blue suites behind me