Lyrics:
Walkdowns like a blind man i keep that stick by me
B**** think she dancing on the d***
It's the blick probably
Bad b**** but she broke as f*** can
Or get beat to your death like cochise,
My laws is no peace, fuck the police.
M-C's get braggin' about cash they collect,
But them chumps is like ray
with the shorts even when it ain't cold
Seen a lot of shit that no one ever told
In Georgia, Ray Charles
On the corner, 8 ball, 15, AR
I'm from
now you see me, nigga, now you don't
Like Jamie Foxx actin' like Ray Charles
Sixteen in a clip, one in the chamber
17 Ward bully with seventeen
brain, brain like trivia
I got a black bitch and a red bitch
I call them hoes Aunt Vivian, uh
Chopper knock your face off
Black shades, Ray Charles
I
Italian melody
Arranged and adapted by Ray Charles and Nick Perito
with additional Italian adaptation by Salvatore Gambardella
Arranged and adapted by Ray Charles and Nick Perito
Additional Italian adaptation by Edoardo DiCapua
lyrics adapted by Ray Charles
La, la la . . . to fade
Music by Gerard Andre Biesel
And lyrics by Ray Charles
whisper, got the ear of Ray Charles
I'm ahead of my class fucker
And I only serve a bitch once so they treat my dick like the Last Supper
Niggaz callin out
whisper, got the ear of Ray Charles
I'm ahead of my class fucker
And I only serve a bitch once so they treat my dick like the Last Supper
Niggaz callin out
like this, take it easy, Lucille
I like the way Sammy sings and I like the way Frank sings
But I can get a little Frank, Sammy, little Ray Charles
In
this, take it easy, Lucille
I like the way Sammy sings and I like the way Frank sings,
But I can get a little Frank, Sammy,
A little Ray Charles, in
of a Range
But Vevorine, had a special friend called Heroin
She told me, that's how she met Ray Charles and Marvin Gaye
But back then, I ain't gon' front, I
hoomin all week its time to ball out
I'm talking standing on the stove by the bar out
Ray Charles to everything don't see nobody else
That's cuz them
leavin' MCs hangin' on my jammy just swangin'
So many brothers try to be me
Only two can probably see me that's Ray Charles an' Stevie
My shit knocks
Even though I'm booling I always get weight off
We sending shots through your eyes
You belong to the blind
Now they calling you Ray Charles
Remona I
fu**ing gettin at u
Dump u in that water
Family donna forget about u
Who shot ya
That's the question on the news
Only was one witness
That ray charles dude
and everybody else will disappear . . .
Words and Music
by Ray Charles, 1960/61
gettin pussy every day of my life
It really didn't matter what the bitch look like
I remember one night, after the Sugar Ray fight
Wouldn't you believe it,
should just pull up at the church
Have these niggas playing on me devils wish it was a hearse
In my all black shades motherfucking Ray Charles
I used
When I start getting pussy every day of my life
It really didn't matter what the bitch look like
I remember one night, after the Sugar Ray fight
Sammy, a little
Ray Charles, in fact all the people with soul in
This.
A little Mahalia Jackson in there.
One more, Lucille!
Take it easy now.
hey! so what do you say
We just turn a blind eye to this, like Charles Ray's is
But one question I'd like to raise is
Can you feel how the rage is just
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