Lyrics:
full of obstacles
The Elixir cures them all!
The pirates went a-drinkin' on
A randy Saturday night
When we asked these girls to join us
They rebuffed us
Mexicans
Tryin' to run across the border
To see freedom all over again
Man... One love to my Africans
They try to kill us with AIDS
But they smart again
It's
afford to roam,
We'll have a shindig here at home
And dance around to the country sounds
Of old flat-top guitar's
On Saturday nights we get some beer
as sick
Thoughts of remaining unsigned like Collin Kaepernick
cfter being dropped by the 49ers
In one night I could probably battle like forty rhymers
I'm
(Chorus, Do Thangs)
Crestside, It's tha Triple see
Crestside, It's poppin' in tha Crestside
Crestside, Livin' that pimp life
Tryin' to get a pimp
the streets a fast race while your boys gettin' chased
No mace, only shootin' gats with slugs
Directed straight at the mug tryin' to kill this thug
I work that
her?
I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some- who didn't want him
I know you
down like that
Stunt up on me
You get the 3rd degree
Straight burned by a wolf like me
Turn me into a tyrant
Go on and test me
Blazin' fast when unruly
Feelin like I'm trappin in the cut
That's the kinda fuel that I need for the morning
Get you where you wanna be if you want it
Damn, I could kill
bout eight o clock
Night time shift so i go for a walk
All black with rims pulls up and just stalks
Call the homie fredo but i get no time to talk
Tires
Why the fuck you wanna murrr-dah me?
Your punk ass never heard of me
I never did nuttin' to your family
Still you wanna kill a young nigga randomly
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
away
No bullets so the ratty's run away
Set the ratty over there
He dragging my girl by the hair
She's tryin' her best to get away
He punching my
drippin down the glass
Shaggy I think they're tryin to start a riot
And then it's Ice T but he don't seem fazed by it
I know the devil's waitin on me
But
And you was ready for my dick game
This ain't what they usually mean by "on sight"
Entertainment for the night
Puttin' down the head like you came in
don't you know
I do it all the time
They all gather 'round my teepee
Late at night tryin' to catch a peek
At me in nothin' but my buffalo briefs
I
Really I was flexin', but the girls they were fine
I'm the type of guy that notice subtle signs
When I cuddle mine, she ain't even tryin
To look sexy,
voices and silent nights
And empty pockets and civil rights
Cashing in of famous face, helpin' us to stay in place!
Keep the machine oiled to kill
the evening
But nothing really matters
You know I'm leaving anyways and...
Saturday morning
Your scent is still on the mattress
It was really cold that night
night
the butcher the backer phony credit card maker
plus the operation being sponsored by Jamaica
and then there's the dimea dozen hoodie hitmen
who be
and arms
'Member he was smokin' little grammies in the slums
Tryin' not to panic, couldn't imagine what was done
Father Time fucked Mother Earth and had
end
Brought me and the motherfucking palace was barking
In the midst, a poet, dryin'
Pharaoh and his girl being entertained by him
Motherfucker got
end
Brought me and the motherfucking palace was barking
In the midst, a poet, dryin'
Pharaoh and his girl being entertained by him
Motherfucker got
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