Lyrics:
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
thinking upward in my cranium
Heavy Metal in my veins it runs
Liquid gold with cold uranium
I can power up a UFO and
I won't lose control
I hold my weight in
it, but it
Looks like he clearly let it
Go before the buzzer, and the Celtics
Will take a 3-0 lead in
This best of 7 series
Big play by Paul Pierce
watch
Hit the streets hit the block rubber bands on my knots
Gold chain gold ring gold watch
Gold chain gold ring gold watch
Gold chain gold ring gold
Fueled by Special Fried Rice
And bright pink street lights
Got us feelin' alright
We're just livin' our lives
And not thinkin' twice
And that's all we
to confess all
This is street knowledge, knowledge I screw college
Like a speech from the GZA, sharp like the RZA
Don't run with a scissor, nigga the truth
an all-star line up
Like none I'd ever seen
Roger Miller opened the show with Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys
Followed by Webb Pierce followed by Hawkshaw
Streets are full of rain
Lightning cracks the sky
Hear a lonely cry, eyes full of pain
Searchin' in the darkness
Eyes pierce the night
Calling
spin my snub-nose, it's fools gold
This the real piston field, where tombs grow
I'm writing speech off Brightened streets
Heists and Vernor nights,
to them boys (in Texas)
With the motherfuckin golds in they mouth (Georgia)
And them girls (Arkansas) with them golds in they mouth
(North Carolina, haha)
family at
Deep up in the country homie where people be burnin' trash
Rollin' by, feelin' hella good, I been up in Inglewood
Since Paul Pierce went
Groovy.Tony
Fettuccine with these collard greens
Kennel talk, cause I collar greens
No White collar, but I'm Counting dollars
Street talk by the crack of dawn
the street life
I meet life, head on, no holds barred
Born with a heart of gold, now mostly cold and scarred
En guard, choose your weapon, or get to steppin
money
You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy
So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin
And countin my blessings
And pray for
hand on my Glock
All gas through the dash, I'o'nt plan on stoppin'
Got a mouth full'a gold, shirt off I'm Pac
Still ridin' with my nigga with a thug's
the street life
I meet life, head on, no holds barred
Born with a heart of gold, now mostly cold and scarred
En guard, choose your weapon, or get to steppin
prevail
I buy my gold by the pennyweight scale
On Thursday I got a check in the mail
I bought a solid gold 500 S-E-L
I tour the world, my fortune untold
Safe tryna hustle 'round here think there's money to be made
You'll get robbed by somebody underage
We don't rock brands like Vans, only J's
We don't
does when you open that chest
I got a little bit corrupt
So enough's enough
Because this golds a crutch
Never shoulda took it all
I let the greed get
Tarantula
Drippin Air Force 1 when I'm
Riding in the Mazi (Skrt)
Rose Gold Pierce pink diamonds in her body
(Oh)
Floating like a Genie but I'm not on the Roxy
the streets are paved with Gold
But you ain't seen my town
This is Fools Gold
This is Fools Gold
False idols an all my rivals try to Bring me down
Try to tell
Okay Okay
Gold in this mouth, got this gold in this mouth
Gold in this mouth, got some gold in this mouth
Gold in this mouth, got this gold in
Good as gold
Singing in the streets
Oh, its gold
Beam me up God I'm a cockroach
I say I'm fine but I'm not though
Everyone here says I'm hot but
They
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