Lyrics:
escapin' the jack
Grabbed her by the throat, it's murder she wrote
You barely heard a word as she choked
It wasn't nothin' for her to be smoked
Then I
an attack
This bitch tried escapin' the jack
Grabbed her by the throat, it's murder she wrote
You barely heard a word as she choked
It wasn't nothin' for
by the little white hand|If she turns her back and says 'No way Jack'|I won't go along wit your plan|Just keep workin' on the coal boat b'y|If ya wants
that's what you need when you get sick
Sometimes it's hard rock sometimes it's white pearl brick
Across, across the state line just me and my girlfriend
know what this is man
Hey Bun! Pimp see nigga!
[T.I.]
I gotta '66 Impala so fresh
White top, burnt drop wit' the choppers on deck
It was off,
and you'll never get beat
By the junk food tattooed white dude true blued
Honky with an attitude coming unglued
Fate's right hand...I don't understand
seat, caught in a daze
Turned around and saw a white man's face covered in shades
I must've passed out, can't remember shit before I blacked out
Three
they gotta catch up, by any
Means, by any measure, I run this bread up, yeah, I'm bout my cheddar, smokin' on pressure
Yeah, with some pressure, she like
gettin' milky money, you can keep the Apple Jacks
Stop playin', you know I'm gettin' to that low (stop playin' with me, nigga)
Two new Virgil colorways,
The white bitch got rich like Federline
Fuck a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack
You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac
The weed good price,
I'ma skrrt in the ride
Passenger by my side
24's, on my grind
Look alive, look alive
Man just do what I like
Do it Off-White, do it like Virgil
too
Don't worry I got you right now
My b***h she look like Rihanna
Might have to put in her designer
She a rude gyal she'll line ya
Got a white b***h
Can you put that money down? Dude
It ain't yours
Burnt the whole store down, sick I cam torch
White buffs, rose tint, sick I came dork
Grab an opp by
laughing hysterically
When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
Horses, horses, horses, horses
Coming in in all directions
White
laughing hysterically
When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
Horses, horses, horses, horses
Coming in in all directions
White
after you.
Ya'll niggas ain't shit.
Your producers ain't shit.
Your fuckin A & R ain't shit.
I'll fuckin wipe my ass with your demo deal.
Yo, Diabolic.
y'all niggas ain't shit
Your producers ain't
Shit your fuckin' A&R ain't shit
I will fuckin' wipe my ass with
Your demo deal yo Diabolic
Take this
rest is on my born day
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past
this young big tawny bitch
Who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons
An' daughters of her jealous mother?
By suckin' their
four
Fives and sixes honeys by the mixes
(Uh) , if it ain't broke don't fix it
Smoke out with Leo, Biggie Tarantino
Size like a sumo, Frank White, numero
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
thinkin' 'bout shit I never had
Pass through the W.S. neighborhood
Knowin' I can do my best in Westwood
Cut off by a white BM, driven by a yuppie
He sticks
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay!
Submitted by Zodiac
NIGHT GOAT:
She wants my way to feel
And I cut my teeth
It's more nine hundred miles
Oh,
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