Lyrics:
Here we go
Juggalo clap clap, Juggalo clap clap
From the front to the back
Juggalo clap clap, Juggalo clap clap
Juggalo clap clap, juggalo clap
Real G's move in silence like gnocchi
Made an Asian bitch cream like mochi
She wanna eat oysters by the ocean
If I ain't drinking champagne then I'm
the soup nazi happy Days
Then I'ma spin off like +Joanie Loves Chachi+
Burn rubber, the Maserati mach three
Screamin mazeltov at my aki
Squad vomit at Keith
As the days went by oh
Attitudes don dey pop up
She no wan gree dey pick call
She say alhaji hookup
She don't want me no more
Leave
Me
Go
Leave
Me
Go
Make I go
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Yeah, fuckin' on her like I love her (ugh)
Just 'cause I got somethin' to offer and havin' this flavor, she
beat my bodies by like three by four
Most times them hotties be some thotties tryna play me like a DVD
I call em out like BBD
OH NOW YOU KNOW
If shawty
Head shot case close
You know how it go (Uh Huh)
Mr. keep it timing all day
you know the role (Uh Huh)
I ain’t playing these games (Cause?)
N****s
on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slaying gcrews in icu
Battling, using hockey rules
For Keith Murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like
a price
Kiss my momma on the cheek cause her love was deep
Like Keith Sweat but the deeper the streets get
The deeper the beef get
Enough fatal
Last Day Of Spring
written by: keith johnston
Blind lines defined
Blurred edges erased
The last day of spring
Is summer's yesterday
Clearly we are
man
Talk that shit go walk on a hike man
Talk that shit get slept by the gang
Big Exl now remember the name
Got that fire ima take it and aim
Lyrical
I let a lot of homies slide
Only got a few left by my side
Never liked feuding with my guys
But I know that we gon be alright (Yeah, yeah)
A few
(Clip of old radio broadcast:
[sung]KHJ Los Angeles!
[spoken] "Portions of today's programming are reproduced by means of electrical
K-H-J Los Angeles!
Portions of today's programming are reproduced by means of electrical transcriptions or tape recordings
You can hear the music
I'm Chicago like some harolds
I will borrow from the burrows, show tomorrow to the world
Place the urban and the rural, make the wall into a Mural
Jacksons Harbour
Lyrics & Music - Keith Riley
Walking down by Jacksons Harbour , the sea and sand between my feet
ct night we'd sit and watch
of urban planning, and suitable design for
That exquisitely modern day and age. The locals would
Say the stained glass pieces were as huge as the world
decay feeds the earth
Organism
Components of life unfold as grass
Grows
Seperating land creating new landscapes
For us to go
Blessed was the day
Follow me as I descend into madness
With gladness,
For years I've been surrounded by this badness
No time to waste
Its high time I escaped out
no more hanging by the weepy willows
No more poppin' pimples
Or playin' with pitbulls
I can't sleep in my pillows
As days pass I still know
If I don't
Back in the day way back when
Running crazy with my old friends
How I wish I could go back again
To those warm summer nights around the watering hole
draws (awwl...bitch)
I said biznite uh uh uh uh that's my shit
All the chicks know I rap about my dick, on the saturday night
[Turk]
I go by the name lil
so long ago, back up in them old days (woah)
Way too many fallen soldiers
Shoutout Keith with cold ass shoulders (woah)
'Member when this life was easy
thang
Go 'head do your thang, yea, do your thang, do your thang, yea, do your thang
Go 'head do some'n strange for some change, baby
By the end
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