Lyrics:
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
the pain and K dictates the game
Cause I'm powered by the forces of hate
About to demonstrate
How safe exactly that house of yours is made as I cremate
till they see that I run this shit
Ice Age in the place
Puttin' diamonds in these haters face
I'm a ghetto star with house and cars
I guess that's why
house
Many years ago lived an evil witch
That was chase away by people of the town
She killed many people
And had given her soul to the devil
She was
wrong
I'm unapologetic, you can tell by what I'm on
And look, if you don't like me, fuck you, this is nothin' but a song
Haha, Beautiful and Damned,
For anyone but me, it wouldn't be this easy
Star Baby is your heart full now?
Nuclear in a modest house
"Pretending to do man things, pussy"
of mine from way back, Dr John
Yeah.
We're gonna do this-a, we're gonna do this song
That was written by a, while back by this-a British-a trumpet
were over at his house
This night we weren't so lucky though
He got this idea in his head, he started yelling
"Mike, you shot me in the game! That's
what you mean what you talking bout?
I was with the gang with my glock by the waffle house
Told her watch her tone when she talking, why she talking
sleepy
And believe me, when I'm up in there I'm beatin' it
Givin' ya that Mike Jones' treatment
I could tell by the way she walk that she got it
Body
A song called Highway Star, this one.
Nobody gonna beat my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break
getya
On this song
Be smokin up
Like tommy chong
Listen close
Ya cant go wrong
And i wont forget
Who put me on
Some of these rappers
Don't belong
Buffing
In this house of cards, I reach for the stars
No blueprint to guide me, just the open sky
With a song in my heart, and the stars above
I'm building
Times have changed
for the better
You like to say
Nice house in the country
Now you're on your way
You took advantage of our possibilities
Got
[Chorus - Kobe]
Hey little mama, little mama, I got some of that Bon Jovi
You know me
Have you flying in the air like you living on the pent house
We
through plexi glass
There ain't no bail outs in this jail house
Ain't no more petty cash
Easy come, easy go
A penny saved, a penny earned
And I've
of Bill,
And Johnny's lads stand very still.
With the thumpire's shout, they all start to clout
- there's no guns in this gentleman's bout.
Georgie moves
mouth
Young nigga eatin' off them plastic forks
I could send a couple
Goons through your house
Live by the gun, you gon' die by that sword
Ayy, yay, yeah
a poem
Like lighting is thrown
Don’t leave me alone
Put love in this song
So long to what’s wrong
And only what’s right
From day to the night
Night
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
hawa other bitches
They be acting on me
They don't feel my music
They just tryna cap
Jones tryna make mama proud of me
Nimnunulie a car or house yall
in the girdle (well, damn)
Say he got beef with me I never heard of
Rockin' some kicks that don't come out 'til April
This bitch droppin' songs who
about you
Writing a song on this old guitar
Every time I leave my house, I end up finding out
That your getting drunk now, letting Brian up under your
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