Lyrics:
sport, anything fly
It's all good, let me dump it, please set in the trumpet
A little bit of Monica in my life
A little bit of Erica by my side
A little
like to do a song
That was written about a good friend of mine down in Key West, Florida,
Where I spend a little bit of time.
This particular
when the face ice cold
Lock your windows, still I come in when the wind blows
Come in slow, suddenly your eyes close
Then your body set through your
I guess the point of goin' to college
Was to acquire myself a little knowledge
And help me figure out
What life was really all about
It made
can look after itself unless you happen to be living here, I've gotta stop.
People are squinting to block out the sun complaining or soaking it up,
down
Screaming fuck the world it's ours now
Yea we rollin with the sun down
Yea this city is our now playground
Look
Waxwing is the clan
Bitch, fuck
to be free
To carry on walking and be the man you wanna be
Free in the sun, oh I set you free
Free, my baby, to be the man you wanna be
Free like
You can’t see, how clear you’re gonna be
Let it be, set it free
Ride by the reigns champagne in my veins
Tight from the aches but i write through
I jumped out the blocks like ready! set! go!
Check all my traps and dodge the fair cold
I'm all about the mix like a fuckin collage
And out
and decides that she must go
BoBo sets off as the sun is setting in the west
She sees the distant Handes, and as ever, she's impressed
They soar towards
niggas, they want me dead,
'Cause I done spread through their territory like the HIV.
Sun down spots, suckas swallow glocks.
If they know by these
nightmares with a night full of rest
When it feels like the sun set years ago
The sun will still rise tomorrow
I've slowed down but I'll be damned if I stop
I
(whats up?)
Now you know what fuckin' set he's claimin'
A wild little nigga and it ain't no tamin'
And just when you think everything is calm
That
that weed out
Mid West, West to East and down South
Throw Ya Hood Up
Ryders please
Throw it up, throw it up
A little higher please
Throw Ya Hood Up
Keep it comin' weather girl your forecast is all I need
Summertime sun shine on me, Summertime sun gonna set me free
Summertime sun shine on me,
Picked my dream up off the ground
Let the dog up out the pound
Pouncing on your little crown
Your daughter, a princess and
She opens up her mouth
performance by Steppengoose. Yeah.
Excuse me. As the horde advanced, Dino Sore used his final moments to hold his sun in a warm embrace, severely searing all
Intro, Ice Cube:
What would you do
If I punked your whole crew?
Would you run like a bitch from me?
Niggaz don't test
Cause we come from the west
hurricanes, tidal waves, floods
Sun flares cause it to seem to rain blood
The President just got crushed by an asteroid
And the plucky hero's son?
"Run
The toes go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah
The toes go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah
The toes go marching one by one,
The little one
Huh, huh, huh
Money, drugs, and sex
All in my hood
In my hood
In my hood
In my hood, yo, yo
What up little nigga, what you smokin on?
Only
emerge from the sea
The sirens of the rocks, they beckon me
Take my heart and set it free
Carried forward by the waves
Nowhere left to run,
emerge from the sea
The sirens of the rocks, they beckon me
Take my heart and set it free
Carried forward by the waves
Nowhere left to run,
And a little bit of sun
Just what the doctor ordered
And I will set me free
And I will find my pain
Files and press delete
And I will say something
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