Lyrics:
out here, talkin' bout
They thugs and they gangsta, to me, like Malcolm
Like Malcolm, was a gangsta) {Yea, for real}
(Like Huey P. Newton, now that was
Little somethin' for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corin
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker
than Berry Boss so check the golden child,
throwing it to your ear-hole, got you going buck wild.
But truck-tracks, rhymes all day, breaking off niggaz
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
Just pickin' wild berries, gettin' stung by honey bees
The Lord above and the devil below havin' a fight inside of me
Thinkin' ' bout my gun, maybe
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
meant to walk
He had to fall in line, he had to leave his dreams behind
When we stop to dream
What is left of you and me
One by one we fall like dominos
a night so chilled by ghosts
You're the guest, he'll be your host
Across the muddy thicket, branches knitted and knotted
Spirals of berries and thorns
people should enterprise
And I'm like if you don't get yo' ass in this ride from Enterprise
That I rented it yesterday and got to have in by 5
With
[Originally by Chuck Berry]
Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens...
There stood a log cabin made
Wreck beats daily
Have 'em looking like Halle Berry car
Accidents happen when I got the Mac in hand
Mic defibrillator give haters heart
Attacks in advance
Wreck beats daily
Have 'em looking like Halle Berry car
Accidents happen when I got the Mac in hand
Mic defibrillator give haters heart
Attacks in advance
to pumpin'
They know a n**** dumpin'
You dred like a rasta when I lock like a terrier
Mack 10 the n**** with the heat that I'll berry ya
[Ice Cube]
Oh
Little somethin' for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corin
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker
today,
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
men
Look, mind state of a gangster from the 40's
Meet the business mind of Motown's Berry Gordy
Turn crack rock into a chain of 40/40's
Sorry my
juice dripping just like PET milk
We on that (lammy and shrekin' berry?)
We higher than Pluto
She can't get enough
She blowin' like a bugle
I'm
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
down
CH: blue lights blue lights
tempted by the poison berries hanging off your tree
woke up in chains and the warden said to me
how much do you love
baby get your dream on.
When they finally wake they'll be like wait he got his team on?
I'm just tryna Malcolm Xs these hoes by any means dog.
Can't you
juicy
鍵は Candy Lie
もっと時間をかけて
day by day love you
can be light
can be high
can be tight
予定では fine
Candy Lie
Candy Lie
Don't you want
好きな flavor 選んで
berry
I don't wanna hurt no more
Day by day i pray
Looking for the grace, growing up Berry
Day & night i can't wait
now it's time to be reborn,
Though he lay quite alone,
For he's taken him to a haunted hall
Seven miles from the town.
He's chased the deer now him before
And the doe down by
ng'lunge)
I will never change wena hamb’ uzoz’ubuye
The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice (sweet)
Gcwalu achuz singena ngenkani we here for the war so
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