Sporty Thievz - Propose a Toast lyrics

rate me

(To the one who we all love the most)

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

This joint is dedicated to everybody dead and gone

Everybody gettin it on

Everybody locked up

Everybody on the curb

Everybody in the struggle

It's gon' be aight

We proposin a toast for all a y'all

This one's for y'all man, for everybody, Yo

I neva know when it's my last shot to hug my pops

A smart, hard workin mechanic, who loved his shop

Always told me he lookin out on what's best for me

And use the best of my descretion on my destiny

And all during this phase, you expected straight A's

I had F's, absences, and thirty late days

I understood you thought about, puttin your son in the car

Dad you know I'm sorry you had to find that gun in my drawer

But why order me, tell me school was top priority

Givin mad hints, thinkin like it's got to more to me

Comin home from work, sometime ya mood was stable

Stressed out, just able to keep food on the table

And the way you handle things was like 'Marlon, I'm here to help'

Moms be like 'I'm yellin for my health wit a belt'

I'm tryna' share this wealth, besides my mom and my girl

I propose this toast to the greatest dad in the world

(Hook) 2x

Propose a toast if they here or not here

All my niggas throw them bottles in the mothafuckin air

Dead and gone or alive gettin it on

Coast to coast, propose a toast, and God Bless

(We propose a toast to those

All the ones we love the most)

(Wassup Hap, chillin?)

Same ol', same ol'

You know, tryna' turn this block into a volcano

Blow it up!

Sayin though, wassup wit you

How's the crew and mom dukes

(They aight)

True, true

Me, well, you know my moms died

It's aight, go 'head and cry

You get over it as time flies

I did

(Tears slid from his eylid

He got silent, then he said violent)

My mom's is all I had!

Time to pick the clip up, and do stick ups

To cream whip up and somethin's triple up

Been skippin up all nickled up

Neck icecicled up, best part is

Yo, I don't give a fuck!

Kirk, you still rhymin?

I see you got diamonds

Look like sales is climbin

Nigga, look at you smilin

Kirk before I go, let me give this a cross

At my wake, have my shirt off, and two bottles of Smirnoff

Propose me a toast, I love you, adios

(Hook)

You was that nigga B

And I miss you to death

I couldn't maintain the pain when you left, e'ry breath

A real nigga to the bone, but God called you home

I know you B, know you oversea watchin over me

We became cool when I used to cut school

You were there to care, told me that my peoples upstairs

Lookin out for me, and it wasn't even on yet

Comin home wit freaks, I'm like 'Gene, are they gone yet?'

Gave me the green light dude, go 'head and bang

I ring ya buzzer if they come back, so do ya thang

From there on it was gravy

The Wreckin Crew makin hits, shit spittin in ya crib all crazy

Ain't enough balls to express holdin stress

Never the less, Gene, you was the mothafuckin best

So I bring it to a closing

Them bitch niggas stopped ya time

But they can't stop this toast I'm proposin

(Hook) 4x

(talking)

Yeah, Yeah

This joint right here is dedicated to my man Showtime

My mothafuckin man Q

My man Gene Gotti

My cousin Ray, Jr.

All my niggas locked up that I ain't neva gon' see no more

All my niggas in the struggle

Yo this one's for y'all man

Word up

Yo, yo, propose a toast to all the homeless

Propose a toast to my father man

My man J Black

Aight

Ya'nah'mean

Mr. Dorsey

Everybody out there on the corners

Propose a toast, we proposin a toast for all a y'all man

Throw them bottles in the air, aight

Word up, propose a toast