Tsu Surf - Want It lyrics

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Tsu Surf - Want It lyrics

[Verse 1: Tsu Surf] Cops blocking, I play the block - Ibaka on 'em Shooting from long range, kept a chopper on 'em I can talk about how plenty tired to take mine Hate mine, spent all things, forcing me baselines Back and fourth the court suicides, watch how I'm a make 'em need Suicide watch, go and k** yourself (don't k** yourself) And I ain't ever had a hand out Wasn't even GPS, I just made a damn route And I ran it like I wide receive Cause d**h or jail like the last thing my Momma need She said boy you tripping, I mumbled back, like my Momma please (just chill) Once your hands dirty ain't no kind of clean She had to stash, she wanna stop, but you can't From 0 to 35 like Russel out to Durant (wow) She had to stash, she wanna stop, but you can't From 0 to 35 like Russel out to Durant [Break] [Verse 2: Kevin Durant] A quiet youngin' man, I never lived the fast life But seen some of my homies carry steel to get there cash right Matter fact I got a call, I lost a homie last night I'm past tight, talking with the man like you ain't playing nice I skipped the trapping and the banging and went right to hoopin' Teachers never liked me up in school causer I was such a nuisance Seen my brother busting tables, but now he push a Benz Had a couple homies, but, now I think he losing friends Sitting in the mirror, man where I'ma go next I looked down and seen the time ticking on my Rolex I gotta get it, I gotta get it cause I never had it I only went to school once a week cause I was skipping cla**es I'm sitting back, reminiscing on my past moves I'm paranoid and nervous, that's what the cash do Marilyn on my back and I'ma rep it 'til I die But I'ma stay going hard for all my brothers in the sky and I'm out [Verse 3: Tsu-Surf] I kept two to make it thunder, Sefolosha Cause everybody bangin' 'til they hear the poster He never made it back court, no buzzer beating He love the streets in the hood, but know his mother need him sh** got hard then he had to go It was this to the green, the n***a had to blow Regret a few things I ain't proud of Blacks of seed got me tripping that's what the loud does That's another scene, from another movie Like a blunt another show, another groupie That's a scene from another movie Like a blunt another show, another groupie

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