Lyrics:
to the west coast, all my bitches
Bitches who get props 'cause they know who can get got
Who they can get shot by the way ya nigga's hip drop
Walk up in
six string.
It was like I'd known the thing all my life.
I soon found it was the only way I could truly express
myself. It was a way to vent all my
Pickin' and a pullin' white cotton by the tons
Pickin' white gold, pickin' white gold
I fill my sack and I put it on my shoulder
And then I take one again
from demons
It gotta set an example and show my community that there is no reason
That they cannot do it because if I went through it
That means my
managing to blur it further forward
Let me tell ya
The sky is not a sobering thing to look at
Now Dawn is my father
When the Sun stands like a grinning lion
the minds of men, and read by them on earth:
"How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way, is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses
now for my own good
That's cool, But if my friends ask where
You are I'm gonna say
She flew out in an airplane
Out getting suntanned
It's like a cement
and the last thing you want to do is take a picture
But seriously, my little girl loves you
She's always singing, 'I'm gonna pop some tags'
I'm not kidding,
ain't go that far
Said 'I didn't do it,' hired Johnnie Cochran, but he ain't never say 'Lord as my witness.'"
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Went
And you sure its a go tonight right?
Yea my mans said its a quiet night
Bet lets go make robbery 7 then
Ayy, I'm new to the city, I heard that this shit
in the breeze, suicide
With my friend
By my side, the gun is imaginary
The knife's downstairs and I have to carry
When I pick the shit up
It’s gone,
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
Make way for Prince Ali
Say, hey, it's Prince Ali
Hey, clear the way in the old bazaar
Hey, you, let us through, it's a bright new star
Oh,
been a day
My niggas ain't playin', he smacked a nigga, took the gun out his hands
This shit not a joke, do you understand
That robbin', stealin',
bitch, ass fat, black bitch, ass fatter
Both them bitches bad, but the white bitch badder
I asked the Lord to harden my hard, it was soft,
And ended up
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
(Tellin' your body to come along, but white lines blow away)
Ticket to ride, white line highway
Tell all your friends, that they can go my way
Pay your
day and never leaves home.
D is for Dog. My dearest friend, my loving pal, he is always by my side.
E is for Elephant. A big-eared and awesome giant,
command"?
"Carterhaugh it is my own
My father gave it to me
I'll come and go by Carterhaugh
And ask no leave of thee"
Jenny has tucked up her skirt
A little
listened to, my ear to the eyes of wide
Whose were those eyes that stared me down before I could even get a good look?
It was capitalism encapsulated by old
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
your breastplate, meet ya death date
Rook down a E4, look, it's checkmate
No other way to describe a catastrophe
The plan was drawing blood and displayed
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