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[00:00.00]"Shaka Zulu"
[00:11.23]Looking at myself, I see the man, nigga
[00:13.21]I'mma call it like I say it, I'mma call you bitch made nigga
[00:16.45]Holding pistols not to entertain niggas
[00:18.58]I got held up at the light reaching for my switchblade, nigga
[00:21.87]Popeye’s on his spinach with the gauge, nigga
[00:24.15]If I tell you that the babysitter's dead, don't play, nigga
[00:27.44]Reach inside your pockets, dial H, nigga
[00:29.57]If you need help with pressure, don't drive this way, nigga
[00:32.87]You know I got schizophrenic tendencies
[00:34.99]I dream of porn stars and pouring gas on my enemies
[00:38.39]If I get a check, I'm not the vet
[00:40.06]I'm a dawg ass nigga looking for a hump bitch
[00:44.19]Shaka Zulu with the new do with the TEC
[00:46.38]This is not a purchase, everyday life shit
[00:49.26]I've been praying for your downfall, man
[00:51.60]But all I see is bad bitches coming down the hill, damn
[00:54.89]Shaka Zulu noodle and the TEC
[00:57.53]Don't tell anybody that the babysitter's dead
[01:00.53]And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead
[01:02.92]How'd they bring you back to life? That's a star resurrect
[01:05.94]She bowed to her knees, want forgiveness
[01:08.49]But all I could think about was coming out of speakers
[01:11.44]She a fun girl living on the edge
[01:13.97]Poppa ran a hedge fund, all his daughter do is give head
[01:17.01]Said he had it up to head and neck
[01:19.60]Don't you point the thing at me, it could go off offside your head
[01:22.58]Temple to the brain, now he dead
[01:25.07]That's a life learned lesson, never stress over bullshit
[01:28.12]Wasn't even her why he did it
[01:30.24]But he found his wife with his daughter's boyfriend, nigga damn
[01:33.83]That's some fucked shit over sex
[01:35.70]These bitches overrated and I judge 'em like "who next?"
[01:39.11]Temple to the brain from the TEC
[01:41.51]Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead
[01:44.29]And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead
[01:46.77]How'd they bring you back to life? That's a star resurrect, nigga
[01:50.00]Shaka Zulu noodle and a TEC
[01:52.27]Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead
[01:55.31]And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead
[01:58.06]How'd they bring you back to life? That's a star resurrect, nigga
[02:01.00]Six weeks, had to vacay
[02:03.02]Ain't a resident in sight, just a beach, making sex tapes
[02:06.52]Sure, say the shit to my face
[02:09.01]She gon' get me off, nigga, like bug spray
[02:11.89]Bitches all fake and fanatics, causing ruckus with a ratchet
[02:14.88]Don't you put that on your loved ones, you are not my level pattern
[02:17.30]This is Pacquiao and pack it, peddle faster like a Flintstone
[02:19.98]On a roll, full of ashes, we just run you, this the legion
[02:22.71]Zulu, it's all gone, Zulu, forever perished
[02:29.09]Ten bedrooms in the palace
[02:31.18]But your Playboy bunny's ears full of carrots, I told y'all
[02:34.39]Shaka Zulu noodle and a TEC
[02:36.81]Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead
[02:39.70]And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead
[02:42.24]How'd they bring you back to life? That's a star resurrect, nigga
[02:45.45]Temple to the brain from the TEC
[02:47.79]Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead
[02:50.84]And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead
[02:52.71]How'd they bring you back to life? That's a star resurrect, nigga
[02:56.47]Temple to the brain from the TEC
[02:58.96]I go temple to the brain from the TEC
[03:04.65]Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead, nigga
[03:07.39]Glory be, lord to be
[03:09.94]Fashion so fucking unorderly
[03:12.64]Move accordingly, don't order me
[03:15.21]You poorer than me, more can afford the fee
[03:17.96]Word to Meek, 100 in the dungarees
[03:20.81]Who claim the game, we're young living like Meek
[03:23.54]Click on the tee, Lord of Rings, you order me
[03:26.08]Theatric fairytale's become extinct
[03:28.99]Fuck the peace, I put a piece on my neck
[03:31.52]'Bout the size of a Complex magazine
[03:34.11]I'm not for sale, I bought your dreams
[03:36.25]Leonardo DaVinci, the Bentley boost my self-esteem
[03:39.97]Bitches cling like the chain already been doing the same thing
[03:43.73]I mean this gold for press, G
[03:45.65]I'm tryna bob and weave, why you chasing me?
[03:48.56]I'm on my victory lap, can't you see?
[03:56.97]Temple to the brain from the TEC
[03:59.77]Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead, nigga
[04:07.80]I go temple to the brain from the TEC
[04:10.65]Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead, nigga
[04:13.92]by og