Rasta Music Pt. 2
[Intro: T.Y.]
You know I had to make another one
Son of a Gangsta Volume 2 nigga
Yea, get yo' mother fucking mind right
Fucking with that Jet Life
Light up! Run that shit
[Chorus]
This is reggae music
Welcome to the sound
This is reggae music
Welcome to the sound
[Verse 1: T.Y.]
You know I smoke 'em back to back got like 4 lit at once
Try to burn with me than you better not bring yo' lungs
Different types of OG's, bitch you know what we need
Mix it with this music than I guarantee you OD
Son of a Gangsta and look here, as I proceed
To continue to get these duckets and smoke my weed
Higher than a mother fucker that's where it got me
Come on let's be real y'all know you can't stop me
Fuck a system free my pops out that can
So you could get this money, yo' lil boy now a man
Plays back to back we be making on demand
The highest mother fucker got the joint up in his hand
In my lo lo, ain't no speeding in here we in cruise mode
Flight before I kill it Imma need like 2 of those
Me and Roddy came back with another track
Jets at your mother fucking neck
[Chorus]
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This is reggae music
Welcome to the sound
[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
Back when I was T.Y. age I smoked a whole pound
And tell a bitch quick G's up hoes down
I ain't no clown I ain't no code brown
Shawn Michael on a track I hit it with a clothesline
Bet I hold it down, huh
I stay high even at my day job
She say she like it rough ass up face down, uh
Bet on that fool I been through hell and back
Bitch I walks like a pimp, talk like a mack
Eat lobster and shrimp I made it out the trap
I'm live out the gutter fool I started out with nothing
Check my stats bitch I balled all summer
Bumpy Johnson in the kitchen how I cook that butter, uh
But this that d-boy talk toting that four pound
Shit this that MJ flow wearing that 4-5
But they want me stay pop like (?)
Never that bitch it's Jets at yo' mother fucking neck
[Chorus]
This is reggae music
Welcome to the sound
This is reggae music
Welcome to the sound