Lyrics:
crew
Fuck it, they can't touch us, if stuck up is what you call it cool
Ooh~! You shoulda seen when I came down in that
Black on black, custom gator,
I Had a Dream Martin Luther King Young Black And Proud Am Trying To Get It By Any Means
Emancipate Yourself From Mental Slavery Bob Marley am
She was blown here by the wind,
had dark eyes of a sudden storm
A restless spirit she was dancin’ with the firelight
She held me spellbound,
dancin' in the wind
I have my freedom back again
I don't know where on Earth I'm goin'
But it feels like home
The slight uncertainty reminds me
There's no
like Mason Crosby
I put a perc in her drank, Bill Cosby
I beat it up off the perc you can't stop me
Off the perc yea I'm a motherfucking zombie
You
Look in the sky
Tell me what do you see
I see a high-profile stealth
Coming after me
Farmer Bob rapped on a door
He had never been there before
But
Wait
I feel my nigga he here with me now
We gon go wild
This how it sound
This how it feel when you not in the crowd
This is beyond anything youd imagine
Bernice bobs her hair in the barber's in the square
All her new-found friends are there to see it done
Bernice bobs her hair she's been driven
the city
All I care is that she's with me
Pass me the vodka, you know I gotcha
No one can stop us
Lost in the night, with you by
My side, we're feeling
to this
It's no compass, I go my own way
Rebel to the revelent, mind of an elephant
Never forget
To stay high, that's right
Smoke me out in my death bed
Fanny J. Crosby, William H. Doane / H.G. Spafford, P.P. Bliss
Arrangement By Nicol Smith, Todd Smith, Allan Hall
In English:
Pass me not, o gentle
oddly, sat by myself watched it even out
You know I'm Godly, so up there, why you try keep me down?
Can't control the fact that they ain't see the route
opponent
M.C. Ice T just microphonin'
33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute
This record is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight
All my niggas playing god boy I'll remove you from this earth
Nah I can't get a job ya I'm on fraud & moving work
Think that I'm Bob Marley by
misty, my life's predicted by a gypsy
I'll one day walk into shots, drunk off champagne from Sicily
This be the drama, I'ma pause like a comma in
farts
Will be there
And it's a punky reggae party
And it's tonight
Punky reggae party
And it's alright
Oh-oh, ah
A tip from a gypsy (do re mi
farts
Will be there
And it's a punky reggae party
And it's tonight
Punky reggae party
And it's alright
Oh-oh, ah
A tip from a gypsy (do re mi
farts
Will be there
And it's a punky reggae party
And it's tonight
Punky reggae party
And it's alright
Oh-oh, ah
A tip from a gypsy (do re mi
road)
They took the road so it's alright by me
(The road)
Some are survivors, some are debris
(The road)
If you play in a band that's the road that
from the bong g
I'm swimming in cash
Im living in a Green Bay
I feel just like Crosby
I've been rolling a front leave
You niggas can't stop me
No these
Fuck!
Supercat's in here, and now I'm in my gut
I got all this indica it give me sumn
I can not sleep without it, THC I'm filling up
I got all my
fuckin’ cum
Bitch is chokin' on it
That be deep inside her lungs
She call me ugly
That's not what she said when
I was in her plum
Yucky, that's what she
(I got the bands)
She feelin' on me in the party
She said she gon' let me hit in the party
It's a party when I pull up
Hoes know I'm cooler
Fat than
There's a disc jockey in Hartlanberg
Who works at W.A.N.T.
He puts two or three eggs in him
And he's in your car by 6.00 am
He lives for
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