Lyrics:
Make me feel like saying nothing
(O-o-o-o O-o-o-o O-o-o-o) I know
You got a girl, but tell me if it's cool I
Just need one more night with
(You-u-u
Angels in this town
Lookin' out for me and you
All I know is I wouldn't be here now
Call it what you want
I swear there's angels in this town, this
she can’t afford to choose a fee
Cause it’s nothing but pimpin
They know it when I’m fucking with her
I’m a live and die by the rules o the game
I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around
Now I'm all used up and I fee so turned-around
I went to church on Sunday and she passed by
I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around
Now I'm all used up and I fee so turned-around
I went to church on Sunday and she passed by
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
it's still the same
I've got nothing to say but it's okay
Good morning, good morning
People running round it's five o'clock
Everywhere in town is
I'm Short Dog. Ain't nothing nice.
I never rap fake when I'm on the mic.
I ride around town in a clean Benz.
Never ever frontin' on my real cool
men will tell no tales."
And pursued we were by many a ship, by frigates and liners too,
Till at last, the British man-o-war, the Dungeness, hove in
This the record that my backpack underground fans get to get to skippin'
Back back, Southern town fans get to tippin'
Chasin' fat stacks, runnin'
This the record that my backpack underground fans get to get to skippin'
Back back, Southern town fans get to tippin'
Chasin' fat stacks, runnin'
me feeling like I lost my Jones I done lost my horns
So H town is on and nothing change
Cause the palms got chrome nigga do this in the early
"fuck this, fuck o-line," man
Shut the fuck up
When I drop some bars, they all know I write 'em sweet (yup)
Good guess but try again 'cause I ain't
Were Gonna Go Down To Toy Town
Where All The Toys Are Waiting For You
Yes Its Been About A Year Since You Saw Them
So there's Plenty Catching Up To Do
Everything they say about Playboy Too
I'm $hort Dog, ain't nothing nice
I drink g-juice and wouldn't cut it with ice
>From the Eastside baby, Oakland town
the harm that was done
Our mothers, the witches they banished and burned
All of our sisters were killed and abused
By sword-swinging men who would always
of ways to die
'cause if you Black and believe in gettin licked
Then you believe in getting fried
Snatched from floor by officer Town's and one of his
life nah vanity
Aye yii o pe meji
Woni pe kin d'ogbon si yeah
Mama ni kinma sare say nah turn by turn
T'everything ba d'ojuru make I call on God
'Cause I
we'd rock
That small town fame in the parking lot
All the pretty girls yelling go Big Blue
Best part never made the front page news
It was under
below the Marlboro man, above the right field wall
We do the wave all by ourself
Hey ump, a blind man could've made that call
We like our beer flat
won't be here
I'll be gone, I'll be gone
I'm traveling on, long gone
This town's all full of nothing, and the bars they close at twelve
The girls ain't
Behold I AM the Lord the God of all flesh
Is there anything too hard for Me
Therefore by Him let us continually offer the sacrifice of praise to God
Let's get it!
Taylor Made
T-T-Tell me why I feel so bitter and depressed? (pressed)
Like I'm a nothing but a freakin' mess (mess)
I tried to go
can ride on some niggas for nothing at all
Even if we cool with 'em, fuck 'em let's go get 'em
LBC in this motherfucker cause
I had to show these
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