
All I Know Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
This is what we say
That's all I know
That's all I know
That's all I know
That's all I know
That's all I know
That's all
That's all I know
More money, more problems, that's what Biggie said
Couple shots in the whip, now Biggie dead
Ambitions of a rider, that's what Pac said
Couple shots in the dark, now Pac's dead
Still not a player, that's what Pun said
Best rapper ever, still Pun dead
Suck my dick up, pass a blunt, that's what Pyn said
38 with the 38, but wait, is Pyn dead
007, John Languizamo
Product of Reaganomics, soundtrack by The Chronic
The first time I ever rhymed and caught it
Around the time MJ outshined the Supersonics
Since then the chamber been hyperbolic
The thoughts beyond toxic, blowin' on Haze often
North Shore, but the Haze came from Lawrence
Shoutout to Noel for them plays out in Lawtown
With an Nextel chirpin' the directions
While I smoke L's, 38 for the protection
Fresh two stacks from previous coke sales
That's all I know
114 paved the road to riches
In a TL, distributin' hope to the trenches
Nigga
More money, more problems, that's what Biggie said
Four shots in the whip, now Biggie dead
Ambitions of a rider, that's what Pac said
Couple shots in the dark, now Pac's dead
Still not a player, that's what Pun said
Best rapper ever, still Pun dead
Suck my dick up, pass a blunt, that's what Pin said
38 with the 38, but wait, is Pin dead
What I'm doin' here is measuring the purity
Pure coke, it melts away at about 185, 190 degrees
Cutting agents, they melt away at about 100
And quality product, well that starts melting at around 140
130, good
140, yes
150
Fuck me, running, 160
Jesus Christ, 170, 180
100
187
Where did you get this stuff
Colombia
El Dragon de Colombiana
Oh, uh, do you mind if I do a line
Yeah, go ahead
Fuck it, let's all do one
What'd I tell you, Derek
It's great, uh, but what am I supposed to do with all this
Sell it
Jesus Christ, George, I don't see you in two years
And you show up at my fucking door with 110 pounds of blow
Just fucking sell it, Derek
Alright, but it's gonna take me a year
I can't feel my face
I mean, I can touch it, but I can't feel inside