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instrumental, vibrations is what I'm into
Yeah I need my loot by rent day
But that ain't what gives me the heart of Kunta Kinte
I'm tryin' to give us us free like
[Chorus: x 2]

You know I always lost my mind,
But now I'm home and I'm free,
Did I pass the acid test? [Repeat: x 6]

Ohh ma ma ma ma ma ma man
You'd
the curse
The first to date and there you are, Bobalob
Lord forgive him, we all have sinned
But Bob's a good dude, please let him in
And if you feel in my
all have sinned
But Bobs a good dude please let him in
And if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge
Please blame it on the sun of the mournin'
chillin'.. wooo..
Yo man, oh yo, just fuckin' crazy dude!  Oh Lord.  Yo man..
Listen man, you ever interested in some guns?  why'knowahmsayin'?
Listen!  My
through camouflage
And now I know who's butt

So when I sent you tried to play me
All of a sudden now I'm shady
Maybe deep down in my heart
Never
awhile
Since you been around.
Where the hell you been hidin'?
And why you look so down ?"

But the little man just sat there like he'd never heard
And tonight is very special
It's the night for me and you

är det bra?
Det tycker jag vi kan ha va?
Det är lite ovanligt så d
motherfuckers necks
Do it to 'em daddy, do it to 'em

As my, Daytons spin lowrider sittin' low
Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims
Hard top
you're a fool
But it's cool, you can definitely afford both places"
Tell me what to do, God, my heart's torn in pieces

So many options and all in my
twenty-three million miles
The other six I set the crucifix
Because the heart of the problem is this 
Preacher got my Old Earth putting money in the pan
For
twenty-three million miles
The other six I set the crucifix
Because the heart of the problem is this 
Preacher got my Old Earth putting money in the pan
For
you was my number one fan
You was always bragging about me to no purpose
On your deathbed you'd play my Mayweather interview for the nurses
Losing
Lac nigga
Ask my nigga B Dog nigga
Ask Manny
Ask Ruckus
Ask my brother Corey
Ask B.Geezy nigga
Ask Suga Slimm

You ain't got no muthafuckin' heart
Got
WHOMP WHOMP
In ya streets Chopper intro now peep this
Got wit you 
F-I-E-N-D and THREE-6Talk it like I bring I feel you need this, deep shit Sleep
hard I'd have you callin' me dad
Right here on the spot, bustin' you in the knot
Before you know it you'll be screamin', "He rock, he rock!"
Was I too
Manifestin' thought with my infinite styles
Making sure this travels, twenty-three million miles
The other six I set the crucifix
Because the heart
Manifestin' thought with my infinite styles
Making sure this travels, twenty-three million miles
The other six I set the crucifix
Because the heart
do
If thirty thousand rioters came running after you?
And who would clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television?
Wouldn't people lay about without
flat on my back, I'd slid 'til it hurt
Giving it over, giving it over
You put my head in the clouds and my feet in good dirt
My head in the clouds
know how I gets down
This pound hold six rounds
I told you I'd be back bitch
Talk that shit now
You hear that fo fif .45 sound
Duck when I spit
you have the ability to marry, 
6, 7, 8, I'll never hurt you, you know.
Husbands love their wives, 
Yeah, love the woman, 
Part of me is here with
licked
Get hit by a dread who's fed with the nonsense
Leave you red, where my clip empty out his contents
Spill your guts when I fill ya up with
how many real niggaz gonna stand up?
I thought so, niggaz better shut up
I'm five-six, hearts bigger than me
But I'll fuck you up so destructively
Dog
the coke snortin, chewy smokin reverend in black (yeah)
just because you know my name fool, i don't have your back
but put some pep in your step