Lyrics:
rabbit's foot or ya 4-leaf clover
It all be a myth in ya mind
A hero ain't about shit if they ain't about dying
You know who was a hero to me
that nigga
[Intro]
Yeuh,
To all my smokers and my hundred blunt rollers
No no no no I'm talkin bout
Real tokers who aint never ever sober
Hahaha sober! ahhhhh
thought, who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone?
I'm gonna be a PIRATE on the river Saskatchewan!
And it's a heave-ho, hi-ho, comin' down the plains
See, people are all equal
Smiles are front and behind me
Swim in the deep blue sea corn fields sway lazily
All smiles all easy
Where ya from, what ya
the Ruger
Nigga stunt if you want and
I'll put one threw ya
Not when I drive by, I'll walk up to ya
Not from across the street
I'll walk up to ya
Homie, you
Over 45 with a 45, getting dinero
Keep laughing and get killed by a weirdo
Lecxs welcome to wars son bring it to me
Banging MC’s like an MPC
How ya gone
My heart was full of love now my tank on E
Around the time you was listening to heart on sleeve by R.O.D
Fake love I OD'd you never hear my side
the wall
But I'm ready, never fall
They call this hip hop
[B.O.B.:]
It's the game that pays me
But somehow lately the game's been crazy
Ya I'm an 80's baby
Then I thought, who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone?
I'm gonna be a PIRATE on the river Saskatchewan!!!
Yarr....
'Cause it's a heave-ho, hi-ho,
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
of bars and deserting ya
'Till they pull the final curtain up
Bob can rap that's for certain, yup
Making my way downtown, then I'm working up
With a hurting
Glorified by the chip on my shoulder, well I told ya (Well I told ya)
Imma take this scene by storm, only one way up
No matter what shape or form
No matter
both by the heads and the tail oh my ya big guy chain them
To the bed post they scream and they cry who said I gotta get lit to talk shit
Bitch liquid is
you need, yo clip empty?
R3:I got my designee wit one magazine plus a
bullet, that travels into ya.
R2:These niggaz is still comin,
heavens gates are open
Whenever my time is I dont know when
Till then I just pray they notice
Confused by this world we live in
Dont know if or when Ill
is loud as a intercom
Anti-gravity moon suit
Went from being who are you to chillin' with the who's who
Paranoid of more than story-tales in science
Greetings, earthlings
We have now taken over your radioooo
(b-real) goin' straight through the hole
You ain't got no game
I'm breakin' ya out
ya ass wrapped fo Christmas
Ive been feelin bit sicken trippin with ah lil symptoms
Used ta fuck ah biii who wicken
Put my crystal in her clit n
From the depths of those that are gone
To the surface of what I've Become
This is my Revival
I ain't got no Rivals
Crushing all these demons who
and Prince was the killer
Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh
This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
The roll with Easy Rider
The ones who answered the call from the beginning
I mean this from my heart, I'm positively certain
There's no more reaching you
By now you should have
the steeple
Folded your hands wrong
So when you Open the church
There are no people
Interests are bought
I think you forgot
Who you work for
You know you got
[Black Thought]
Yo, where the freaks at? Lookin' at me
You want to see Black? Then jump on it
And to the chumps who think they might want it
I
Furniture in my nesting
But by force I'm suggesting
Ya count your blessings
I've got love and assurance
I've got new health insurance
And I've got
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