Jonwayne - Seventy 8 lyrics

78 get numbers straight Pick ya fate or meditate at the golden gate Gave and her choice Its faith or hills Be the way its apes on the hills That love the designer hillfigures Im golden era on that cypress hill Chill, he wonder how it feel to k** But went under with the wheel When da wheely did a windmill Check ya manners Manly p rap profess vision to the planet Sun im like the elder Meet the heat pole Jedi mink robe sh** so fly, like im high on tape Write pies and it bake Top flight, remember them days of wild life The jungle got gritty Cause the animals bite And its bout to get ugly 'for the end of the night Bright lights u like a deer in the head lights Get the numbers right Ruin the game, put poo to the flames You new to the game You in it for the coup and the chains We in it scoop the goop out ya brainwave I maintain the grind then push to the mainlands Takeover makeover Rock it till the tape over Play it over Rappers get pushed over Spit it to the free world 5 percent we multiply it ten fold All the tens fold Ends for the hydro Grow like jack and weedstalk Cross the garden D's gonna need more calk This the outline Ill show u how to do it Live thru it, make ya own sh** Stick to it, kid bit had the sh** twisted Thats forbidden Numerous Consumers caught the bootleg like the plague Goose down, been thru many winters You a sore loser Boeing jet cruiser next I throw a hex on the game after im finished Evil s**. She had the horns Medievil head Dressing caeser Fresh as jesus, white robes no wrinkles