Lyrics:
Drip drip with d ice everywhere Crispy
Stop by d club pls dj don't hype me
Tracks hot they confess how it's slapping
Real hard on d know Zero capping
...
Pass me the keys to my motherfuckin bimmer
Shouda got 2 but I got the 4 seater
Been riding on deep barely have my shit together
You see me pull up
Loaded ya dig!
On God
I wanna be a legend
I can’t block my blessings
I do 1st place can’t do 2nd
I’m so tough with love
I live by laws
And morals,
are things I did as a teenager
No Instagram or mobile just a BT pager
Down by the statues with the crew felt like a star
two pound fifty for half
Gotta move this bag on the D-low no detour when I'm dishing out free throws
Put 5 inna clip told bro get to mine by 4
3 inna car, got 2 in my hand R2 now
only the live ones still grew
Millions were lost in the parking garages
Couldn't tell on which level they'd parked
During the week of the colorless world
cost n***a
We don't know no Ls we just throw up Ls
We was worn well I know how to throw em well
Talking slang cuz they'll tell Pull up, meet us by
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Geezers need excitement
If
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Geezers need excitement
If
showing the cheap 'do
Love sheff gyal, but big up the Leeds crew
I might break a bitch's heart like T too
Hickery dickery jump in the guillotine
If a G
to live my life
Turn up the beat and let me write my rhymes
Once again it's on, an other track rap song
(Like back in the days)
Trop d'équipes, trop
I'd like to be a good American and write an elegy to the automobile
But no matter where it takes me I don't really feel any different
I got one
the grooves
Somehow created some wrong and to make due
But it take more, it take two, it take three, it take four
It take crew to do what we came here to do
and casting spells
Stung by the spelling bee
And they says congratulations
You graduated
From slavery
To paid slavery
You actually made it!
Here! Take
Is that right?
[James A. Smith]
Yeah, it upsets me to hear a World Class Wreckin' Crew
"Homosexual" disrespect some real soldiers
[Too Black
CHORUS:
D N A that’s depression ‘n’ anxiety
Overwhelmed by destiny and society
Stuck in the past and future, call it irony
In the end I want
g"nz kurz
Fick deine St"dt, d"s ist Fr"nkfurt
Köpf um 6 schon den JEgermeister
Heut mit Crew und p""r BEnkern feiern Bisschen p"ffen, Bro, find ich nice
Now everybody
Fast forward to the future, the year, 2-0-4-4
And let me tell what's in store
Just so you won't be surprised when we blow up, before
And though we had it rough, we always had enough
I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two
the applause if you ain't live the anguish
You and your vision up at three am
Two hours of sleep before you clocking in
Then you right back, cuz the grind truly
kick ur sand castle down like i live on the beach throw my darts in the crowd thats a old bombing speach knock u out like u stole something put u ina
the getting by that gets right underneath you
It'd swallow up your every step, boy, if it could
But maybe it's the stuff it takes to get up
In the morning
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
tryna put me in a hole
This is for you talking all the shit I ain't forget (ohh)
This is for the bitches tryna throw down on my rap
This is for
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