Lyrics:
You know I love you like I love my shoes
But even white Air Force Ones come in twos
Yeah, I like her, and I like you too
What's wrong? She my bitch
dreams is simple
A Gucci pair of jeans round my ankles
So honkey why you scared
When I'm by the ATM?
It's okay, better give him cash than be him
White
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that Rock The Casbah was used by the americans during The Gulf War
That's ironic, you never know how things will end
I've always liked the group, I've
Welcome to my album, I hope you stay long
I was gonna name this one Growing Pains, but
Then I found a toilet dumped by the railroad
So we took
expect me to do?
See, us two white boys rappin', felt like they would always compare us
Except you sell out shows across the world from Oakland to Paris
like outhouse
I’m outtie like the outro
Every fives seconds man I drop
Another album
(Verse 2 )
Life is a shot to the pelvis
And murk you
ten on this album, so forgive me for wanting just the one
It could be good, maybe we should make some music, some music not by John
I could sing
niggas barking at me, I’m a Great Dane
I could tell by how she looking at me, she got great brain
She like “why you smoking Mary Jane?” cause I hate pain
a white mark
You won't bite but you might bark
My spiders got eyes on you
Ivory towers, baby showers
I don't give a motherfuck what the gender is
A human is
Family matters, It's in the last name
Saturday mornings feel like a half day
Time flies by until you've had enough
Summer grilling and juice inside
to us, rolls royce man
if you add jazz
to us, tribe called quest
뭐든 we'll be great
because of faith ye
we were pure, and by
the time we lost it,
we were
wit a smooth voice
Y'all wanna hear it again
It makes her real moist
Ah ha
Well I hope you enjoy the rest of the album
The xo hotline
Made by smovroyce
Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me?
Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees
Me without a gun, dawg, unlikely
You know I keep the heat right under
Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees
Me without a gun dawg, unlikely
You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't
Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me?
Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees
Me without a gun, dawg, unlikely
You know I keep the heat right under
take it day by day, that’s all you can do
They can’t say there ever been a track that I ain’t ran through
I’m on my way, can’t play me
Can’t tell me
An album selling what did it
I shuck and jive, a good nigga
Split the pot and I'm silent
I'ma give you your single
And you just give me the finest
turnin' up, you're bein' backhanded like Pete Sampras
About that, I missed my uncle's funeral to go to South by Southwest
You ain't gotta appreciate it,
the revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought
To you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial
goodbyes
So so long
So so long
So so long
Now
No more white lies
You used to be the one true thing in my world
You told me that you loved me
By the sea side at last
And a fine, white court
By the sea side at last
You promised me a thing
That was not possible
That you would give me gloves
on each other and you treat as each other
And the great people here that plan the Blue Grass
So we hope you really do have a goodnight and
If you're cold
they gon tell you for if you don't already know
huh nigga that's all on you to be on top of yearn
But by the time they finish fuckin you, bitch you
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