Lyrics:
in store
And I'll be there by your side, right hand up to God
For you, Man I put that on my life
You, I'm gone make every sacrifice
You, and you know
ain't, I'm the bad guy
Type of guy that'll drag five girls up on stage
Pour ice in their pants, and the first one who pees gets a black eye
Must be
any one of y'all, options a beautiful thing
Body is finished, maybe they can save the tooth
Call me Kiss or call me the black Babe Ruth
That many
mood swings
Unwind me like a VHS; pull the plug and Tevo the rest
You're bushy tailed and wide eyed
In a bottle by my bedside
I named you fifty
the chickens flocking
I ain't a come up, I got the Louis black
Hydraulics on the 'Lac, I pop and whoolie that
Now we got enough toys to knock the city back
Beef
it but I ain't giving no fucks
Just bop to it
If you feeling real good just bop to it
Got ya bitch by your side just bop to it
Keep a cup in your hand
I'm not your little princess anymore
Are you feeling this now put your hands up in the air now
Are you feeling this now put your hands up in
Eastside killers keep it (gangsta)
Northside monsters keep it (gangsta)
[Killer Mike]
See I in the V.I. staggerin and weed eyed
Stumbling and laughin rollin
the cars, then we got free
Used to only wanna pull up in a black sport
Just a white man excellin' in a black sport
Now I'm really doing pull-ups
Got
and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
your hands up in the air for me if you can relate
Everything I tried to do was always out of love
Sorry that I gave my all, still wasnt enough
Sorry for
now there's more cotton that needs to come in
A nation divided by politics, not racial tolerance
Hands 200,000 blacks a gun in 1861
The Civil War
The streets open up and suck you in
Bad luck is when you throw
Dice and nuttin wins
And everything you put your
Hands on be crumblin
And when everything you
left
Look to me to your right
Look together to the future standing side by side
Put our hands up, head down, both eyes closed
Breathe in heart
Adam ant
There they go the buccaneers
Hand and hand in leather glove
So fast so crazy
With a creepy kind of love
Bright lights, black leather
There they go the buccaneers
Hand and hand in leather glove
So fast so crazy
With a creepy kind of love
Bright lights, black leather
Bright
Puttin' money in Japan
Puttin' hunnies in your hand
Puttin' gummies in your van
Kids overdose
Grab it from me if you can
Only gold up in my pannin'
lo-fi
Action figure like Bandai
Six feet from me
Sanitize my hands dry Bulls on parade
All these bands that I ran by
Rage against the machine
Man made for
not from chafing
Baptism by embalming solution
As the trocar facilities the cold blood's dilution
Festered fetus drawn from the cavity in which it
"What's up?" now suck my dick
Like a ram getting ready to jam the lamb
She whimpered just a little when she felt my hand
On her crotch so very warm
I
"What's up?" now suck my dick
Like a ram getting ready to jam the lamb
She whimpered just a little when she felt my hand
On her crotch so very warm
I
livin me coochie like, catch (catch)
Go, go smoke-a-lot Rolex stretch in the crowd, grab a bitch, ey
Throw up your hands if you're H-O-support
Throw up
black
Life is a given - with no taking back
“We gave you voting"
You didn't like that
Then we gave boasting and you ate that
Hands up... (hands up)
Don’t
They don't want these hands
Hit you with the taijutsu
Like I'm Brock lee
Momma kept me healthy
I eat my broccoli
Kick you up a flying lotus
You know
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