Lyrics:
are cold like tenants
Tryin' to keep your weight up better eat that spinach
For four twenty-five niggas lives get diminished
The world serious, I'm
still ridin' with the heat
Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino
Real *** love me because I talk that lingo
And I'm the muh*** bi-nuss
They lies, they phonies,
Rain on snow
Ironess, your highness
Rain on snow
Dj Shadow, what's good?
Makes it melt, away
You all ready?
Yo, white walker style now
he don't sell his soul"
"He should be good, man, he signed to Cole"
"He from the hood, nigga, down the road"
"He was just jugging right by
tonight
Yeah that's them shits I like ah
Greedy when bae in the city
These niggas don't play in the city
Sunlight by day in the city
Night time get Cray in
The walk's by faith
The lone wolf dies
How am I gonna follow you
With blue man ears
And snow blind eyes?
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
of coals
Rolling a whole 'nother blunt the size of a troll
Davon on paroll, so if the highway patrol
Sees us strolling to 7-11 to get a Arizona
And some
rings but it's not his voice
Seems the highway patrol has found a jack-knifed rig
In a snow bank in Illinois
But the driver was missin'
the window
slim fasting
no meal
jenny craig
screaming
you should try it!
colossal
weight off your shoulder
beef of the cattle
cow bell curve
pitches
Million dollar ideas, son a thinker, but he surrounded by negative peers
Minds of seventh graders
Several haters, several losses
Had to get his weight up
their sleep
I pray the Lord their souls to keep
Because wolves disguised as sheep patrol our streets
And we all know that what you sow, you shall reap
put an extra lime on my water glass (I'm so sorry)
An hour later here she come by walking past
(I hate to be a pest but my son would love your
rings but it's not his voice
Seems the highway patrol has found a jack-knifed rig
In a snow bank in Illinois
But the driver was missin'
the highway patrol has found a jack-knifed rig
In a snow bank in Illinois
But the driver was missin' and the search had been abandoned
For the weather had
to get out of them cuffs like magicians
Everybody I dap will give anybody a nap
Have a crowd screaming "Wait/weight!" like everybody is fat
I joke about
So sad I'm blue
Trying to
End the suffering
I'm looking for the truth
Super sleuth
Blues clues
None of that
Just magenta's tears
For a love
on the pounds, got my weight up
Had beef in the streets, had to stay up
Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake, brah
Doing that put everything I love
Ooh
Yeah
Yeah
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a nigga by his toes
If he hollas let him go
Tryna sell out my all my shows
They be knocking at the door
Melanincholy a hex invented by imperials
To black and brown babies
A curse on our pigment
Peace, Love, and Nappiness to all the diaspora
I adore ya though we
can love me
You can love me till our bodies let go
And sing me a good song
Say your prayer for our love to grow
Blasting waves on the April snow
It's
at a nigga
You know, you feelin' ya heart fall into ya feet
Summertime niggas still ridin' with the heat
Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino
Real niggas love me
Gotta rise from the ashes
With bloody passions
I'm just abiding by your rules of attraction
Moon and stars
Out so far
Snow white skin full
coming, I don't belong,
Buried with da weight of da world chasin a girl,
Cuz she be Intrigued by da scenes, I paint da mural,
Seduction a thrill until
weight
The feds on my ass they patrol where I stay
Homie came thru let me stach at his place
Shoutout my youngins, it's Fredo and Ray
I wish them the best
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