The Mike Love Joint lyrics

[Intro]

Be happy

[Chorus]

Turn the

Volume up on yo' factory ass system

These niggas claimin' they killas i've actually had victims, i've slaughtered

Call them trill but, they fathers think they had daughters

My mama think i'm an author

I'll prolly be a martyr

[Verse 1]

If I don't

Talk about cash

How all these hoes got all of that ass

Sippin' on that gin n' that juice and then party [?], you see [?] and them rollin' up grass

Livin' so fast

This under 200 up on my dash

Foot on the gas

Movin' so quick

All of my people gone think i'm the shit

What if I switch

What if I switched it on these niggas

Got a little different on these niggas

What if my drive was a little faster like a stick-shift on these niggas

They so twisted, oh these niggas

They just lie, so sadistic

Never simplistic

Out here dancin' for these crackers toss 'em a Triscuit

Then I switch it

Yo' people come up missin'

Coroner check ballistics

Ask me about a ad-lib, I told them I was gettin' lifted

AKA reading scripture

Know this world ain't no picnic

You trynna dipshit you wit' it, my nigga

Switch it, get with it my nigga

Raw papers twisted

The piff is spliffful, simplistic my nigga

That's how my life has been livin'

I mean get with it my nigga

Get with it my nigga

I hope you with it my nigga

If you can't hear it

Then

[Chorus]

Turn the

Volume up on yo' factory ass system

These niggas claimin' they killas i've actually had victims, i've slaughtered

Call them trill but, they fathers think they had daughters

My mama think i'm an author

I'll prolly be a martyr

[Outro]

I'll prolly end up a martyr (x2)

It's the Pursuit of HappyNess

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