Lyrics:
on fresh
And headed into town so it could paint the city red
The pub was poppin’. The club was louder
Forgot his wallet so he snuck by the bouncer
The subs
had no bank balance, hard dirt was his floor
[Chorus]
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
Gurindji were
had no bank balance, hard dirt was his floor
[Chorus]
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
Gurindji were
have found us more out in the town
Fucking around
Putting our names into the pavement when we pee on the ground
This album is a classic
Jurassic Park
to the knowledge that your God Yahweh's Hebrew Israelite children
Our opponents keeping us caged in
Whether locked in the big house or the little one under Cains kin
Luther King Drive
Dusty little hood niggas love my raps
They identify with me
They can relate to that
Big gin gallon, little black strap
Put you to sleep
the fuckin' gayest in the city
I be suckin' KeShaun's man titties
Yeah
Wah
Mm, you know we gay, you know we fuckin'
You know we faggots
We big Twinkies
Oh, by
a VIP
I wear a plain t-shirt they see my jeans
Truly religious, so I wear true religus
And they're authentic you can
See by the seems
In by twelve so we
Harold told Melvin back in the days of penny loafs
When Teddy Pendegrass was in the blue notes
A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a ferocious
part of half the worlds crime
Runaway child blown by an old land mine
Little ones workin' in diamond mines
So cats can say whats hers and whats mine
She
She came from the land of the cotton
A land that was nearly forgotten
By everyone
And she
She worked and she slaved so hard
Big old field
too)
Other day it was a fighting population
This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick
Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat
too)
Other day it was a fighting population
This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick
Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat
So I talk about my problems to my pops
He said don't worry bout it
Son you're doing well
I'm a big fish in this
Little pond we call The Ville
That's
Hollywood
Last Time I checked Carolinas was hood
Last Time I checked Little Rock was hood
Last Time I checked Nap town was the hood
But them rappers
at the Bensoir
And Charli's in a black dress
Got her hair rare and down
And every eye in town
Big price
Cause if it ain't from his light
Once every hand is shook
I ain' gon' lie I be getting a little emotional
Go head record it out
I be getting a little emotional when I be doing this but,
It's him with that
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been a working man dang near all of my life
I'll keep on workin' long as my two
never stopped blingin
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me anything
There was nothin we wernt slingin
Look at me now I'm singin
At my little
Said these, night go slower when you ain't by me
Lost in the chaos and you know how to find piece
It's tough. There's a lotta ones like me
All I ever
did I get in this battle with A Boogie's shadow?
Big Apple, New York City, more to pity
How could I beef with a dude who only popping in four cities?
never get rich surrounded by broke customers
You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots
Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks
I
nuts man
Last two albums I've been complaining
Like I'm a defendant
Haters holding court like they're the plaintiff
Dudes with man boobs
With commentary
by and beat up my son
So I went out and bought myself a big old German dog
The man behind me saw me and he started raisin' hogs
A nineteen year old
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