Mathematics Return Of Da Cobra (Skit)

(feat. Buddah Bless)



[Buddah Bless]

Yo, Im like a shotgun ready to blow, ready to pop one

Who ready to know, who bettin the dough

Bet his brains leave blood on the floor

Other than atom, just lovin the fact Im live

Nigga aint gonn ask to ride

The Cherokee engine in the mud, cherokee indian in my blood

Thug be, with the blood leaf, Buddah

Always gonna be the smoke in the air

Livin off a hope, and a dare

And Im focusin here, open the beer

Nigga, countin up a loaf in the chair, baby

Im all in the throat, you feelin me all in the choke

Killin me all... oops, Im at it again

Writin a thousand bars hopin my brother come out of the pen

I stay in a bottle of gin, hidin the sins
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