Blowin' Up in the World [320 kbps] {Produced By: Buckwild}
[Verse 1] Back in the days was kinda crazy, kid I started out with nothin' Wasn't livin' like Thanksgiving, I was turkey without the stuffin' Sometimes I sweared to God that I was headed for the poorhouse Say mama caught the drama, she would bleed tryin to feed 4 mouths Wasn't rockin' Girbauds, I barely had clothes, and when it snowed And temperatures droppin' below zero, you know I froze No CD's, a black and white TV, a seat is a rubber tire With a hanger for the antenna, turned channels with some pliers Had nothin' in my cabinet, but cans of Raid I'm knockin' on my neighbor's door To borrow a cup of sugar for my Kool-Aid I wasn't freshly dipped, my gear was straight ripped, I'm trippin' Cause my winter coat got lost buttons And zippers that wouldn't stay zipped I never remembered ?, the brother was straight fat cat Not even a Big Mac black, I had kit-kats on top of crackerjacks Walkin' the streets, with the weak sneaks on my feet And the freaks wouldn't speak, I never had lipstick on my cheek So much for gettin' humped from the stunts, I always struck out The ones you like says take a hike if you can’t pull a buck out So now I gots to dedicate my next plate to all the homeboys and girls Straight up baby, I'm blowin' up in the world
[Hook] Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world! I'm blowin' up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines I gotsta get mines, youknowhatI'msayin? I'm blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world! I'm blowin' up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines I gotsta get mines, yeah...
[Verse 2] It seems like only yesterday, my moms was on my back "Get your butt up out the sack and find a job or hit the road Jack" Black, I don't disown her, I'm just a kid from Corona With a G.E.D. diploma, with more ribs showin' than Tony Roma's In order to get straight, I gots ta to make a muscle Learned to hustle and bustle and I gave the streets a tussle Standin' down on the corner slangin' fat rocks to bottles With the black tops, for cops got my shorty watchin' my back Hobbes Makin' mad lucci, bought up Louis Vuitton & gucci Hoochies callin' me boochi, while they smooch me, givin' up the coochie Now I'm a felon, started sellin' and splittin' melons I started gellin', to tellin' police just cause I was swellin Hangin' out on the corner playin' cee-lo, rollin' for half a kilo Yo you'll never see G-low a-goin below Yeah, straight gettin' fortunate, as long as fiends was torchin' it It started gettin' hot around the block, the cops was scorchin' it But luckily I made out before the coppers could frisk me and diss me Cause business is drugs is gettin' too risky So now I just lamp, collect stamps, snatch up tramps diamonds and pearls Straight up baby, I'm blowin' up in the world
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[Verse 3] I got put on by DJ Polo, cut the record, "It's a Demo" And started chillin' in limos with champagne and tinted windows Hoppin', no time for pages, sportin' gold chains and rings Clockin' money and fame, nothin' changed, I'm still the same Just spendin' 20's and 10's at women pullin' on my linen And grinnin' cause I was winnin' in this game from the beginning The lyrical skills was kinda ill, gave you a slight chill So I just let the hype build, known for rappers run and go write wills I turned from a hobo to a solo posing for photos Though my dough used to be low, now I prefer cigars and blow Mo' So catch a flashback, of a G. Rap tra