Lyrics:
goin on, on and on and on
On and on and on
Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
Sometimes Shaitan got me by the pressure
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
Tratan entre 5 y no pueden pararme
Cb estoy high
No los veo desde acá arriba
Cb stand by
Mi bro im too nice
Bitch I feel like Mike
Tratan entre 5 y no
Tento album, celý tuto vec
By som chcel venovať ľudom
Ktorých vyjadrenia vidím, vnímam
A snažia sa vsugerovať sami sebe
Mne a všetkým okolo že už
with some rules
Ayy, JoJo, I need you to take notes too
Don't take me off the deluxe album that no one gives a fuck about
Take me off the original too
merking
"Skengman 5" when I'm under attack
Should've thought twice before you opened your trap
Come into a nuclear war with a strap
You can tell me
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
been
My mind fits in all spaces
With no storage in it
In a year, I dropped 2 albums
But the digits didn't
The year ain't done yet
And I ain't even
First, the DJ must power up the amplifiers.
To play a record, select an album and put it on the turntable.
The racer must attach five dollars
Gleb je sick mhm, sample, snare a kick mhm
Berlín metro shit mhm, Barcelona trip mhm
Spomalený krok mhm, Amsterdam a loď mhm
V Kodani dopíjam shot
Track Title - AIRBORNE
Album Title- “R & R: ALPHA”
(a SurvivalMode Music & Media Production/Joint Task Production)
mixed & mastered by: G.U.S.
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
of the process
So you just end up repeating lessons
That you should've definitely learned from by now
It's been almost five years since my last album
And I'd
And what am i to say?
Wasn't i once on for you?
And what am i to say?
One if by land, two if by sea, three if by chance.
Four for the door, five for
Keby sme po sebe upratali v tom bordeli
Tak by bol krásny, uprimný usmev a ne vlažný
Úprimný vzťah, keď je vážny
I tak chyťme vlak, nech nám neutečie
keď by som mohol mať finíto
Zas je tu album a zabili to
Zas kvalitou, ani neviem či mám kritikov
Fakt je to popiči bro
Ja, som rapový GOAT, rapový
playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
Mozart
Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him?
Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz
I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep
I'm bugged like
a pen and pad
Driven by the days
On empty tummies
It was
Just the five of us
Me Tripp And Jeez
Dukes and S
That's real love
Through anything
We
finish it
I feel like Bradley in Limitless
My albums a movie no images yuh
I took a second perfected my craft
Then I come back like I'm swinging a bat
I be lookin' like bye-bye
By the way, namaste, where your momma stay?
Tell her Ronnie comin' round the way, lucky day
I be comin' with the God body
Me
encaged
Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things
For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin
That shit with the V-trim that win
and the enormous fields
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