Ali Gabir Oussama - Mook In New Mexico lyrics

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Ali Gabir Oussama - Mook In New Mexico lyrics

[Produced by Ogee Handz] [Intro] f** a penny for your thoughts, n***a, anyhow I just called my n***a Ron, he brought the Henny out Got them things in the Kool-Aid in this motherf**er Like a gang of Gorillas in this motherf**er [Hook] That's a closed book, when she with me got your b**h open And she don't get mook, when she with me got your b**h smokin' Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert That's a closed book, when she with me got your b**h open And she don't get mook, when she with me got your b**h smokin' Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert [Verse 1] No tats but my pa**port got plenty I board flights and I ask, "Do you got Henny?" And she say, "Courvoisier" I say, "f** it, I would like plenty" How many these nights do I got in me Couldn't really tell, blind every day, the same time Picture every face drawn on got on a for sale sign Me? I gotta stay sharp, can't afford a stale mind See? I'm 'bout my bread, motherf**er And I can't afford a stale mind My city grimy, that Rollie shiny, well, you can't afford to tell time And they gotta take squats on the jail time Cause nobody got guap for the bail bonds And they had to get street cause college ain't cheap and Mama gon' eat, if we gotta pop heat so be it Puttin' in work, Soviet, and that sh** work, you see it Put your latest work in a hearse and I send it to the dirt Lil n***a, that's where your CD is, CC 'em Ah, put 'em on alert, me? I make art cause it's from the heart Love me 'til I'm gone, when I die you gon' have to hit a f**in' museum to see it, Bas [Hook] That's a closed book, when she with me got your b**h open And she don't get mook, when she with me got your b**h smokin' Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert [Verse 2] Yeah, you know the models on the coupe But you don't even know what's in your food n***a, Google it, be alert, be alert Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert Put your young a** in debt Now they got hands on your handsome check You in check, n***a, be alert Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert She catchin' VD's and pa**in' 'em off like TD's and you knee deep Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert Yeah, whole country at war And you don't even know what for cause we only want more Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert