Lyrics:
Guys, I'm so sorry that I can't travel with you
But I told you why it is impossible and hard, too
And if you've forgotten what I'm talking about
Then
clothes off
And doing all them things I've been waiting for
I been wanting you for a while now
It's about to go down
So
Don't forget ya naughty when you
say? There only one way you can bring about a revolution for people.
Only way you can— only way you can bring it on, that by— is by killing.
last night made about a mil
Did it just by sitting still, Real Perc Demon pop a pill
Say I'm sick nah bitch I'm ill, fuck a bitch til she can't feel
Yeah
Pushin'
Say man I don't give a fuck about the FEDs
D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys, or your local neighborhood robbers
Baby I got
understand my methods
I'm a different kind of weapon
But I bet you gon' forget it
Give you chills
When I fill you in
You think about the message
Never real
girl
Tell me how you feel
I swear to keep you safe
Does that sound like a deal
Forget about a snack girl
You're looking like a meal
Ima keep it 100 yeah
Its like
Why they always hating on me though
Its like they forget that im a Ca Ca Ca Ca CAPE TOWN KING
Its by time i show these haters what im really
just so you'll let me be
Use sticks and stones cause words tend to hurt me
I'll make a house fit for a misfit king
You should take notes the forest knows
the Dominican Republic
I went from chopper, boat to boat
Back to chopper like fuck it
C.E.O's gold dig for my nugget
But my minds protected by hammers you
it's the D.R.E.
Since the last time you heard from me, I lost some friends
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dippin' again (ah)
Kept my ear
won't forget)
That reeks of enemy (But you can bet he knows)
Someone's coming
It's about time, Persephone.
Orpheus I've been...What happened
s***
who wrote me and Manuel step by step booklet for you to get caught the d w
e b o did you forget school boys remember me for for having my pedigree
cold peanut butter
Wake everybody up no sleeping/
Passionate about the culture we the last of the Mohicans
Don’t be surprised if you ever see a ghost
rap death and the album is comin' stand by
Jason Chucky Freddy couldn't kill it its hard so eh! try
And then if I'm not the king of the mixtapes then
(Hamza Mahdi)
(Uh Yeah)
Y'all been fugazi
Never chase the paper, man the paper only chase me
But this P.C.E paper chasing entertainment
You can't be
at me wrong
Yeah I'm house hunting, looking to house something
I change the subject, you ain't about nothing
This ain't about stunting, but I'm a rich
we not pastors?" ("but just rest for a second") "ok"
I promise I'll bring it home, let's invest in the text (c *mon)
I'm about to hit you with the hook
a big man forget the mind frame
So many mad thoughts running through my brain
I'll soon have a big boy chain with my name
Quit smoking about five times
a time I really lived that life yes
Playing checkers with my days now I'm playing life chess
Game is all about the king so I'm gonna wear my best
Can't
the effort
Good thing will be bestowed upon you
That's truly about the game
And in some ways that's about life too
Cause you are
A superstar
Bright lights
Snoop talking:
Ay yo G-1 I been listening to this nigga Quik album
& he ain't got no songs about the pussy. You know
that nigga gotta have something
Say man, I don't give a fuck about the FEDs
D E A, G T F, Task Force, Jump-out boys
Or your local neighborhood robbers
Baby, I got to keep
I'm feelin' kinda horny right about now
So, Shannie, kick some flavor for me
Well it's about time the R-O-X-A-N-N-E
Grabbed the mic and stole your
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