Lyrics:
Ride alone
Outlaw
Die alone
Outlaw
Sipping whiskey getting by
That's the way I live my life
I ain't coming down tonight
I'm an outlaw ride or die
far too short to be granted to the modern god David Bowie by this universe
There are two men in my apartment right now cutting up walls with power
Yeah
This another time yeah
Why they hating on the fuckin' shine yeah
Love a bitch one, two shit all five yeah
Wine and dine yeah
Money on my fuckin'
red dot
Compact Nina and it got that green dot
Mini stick in the kitchen by that crack pot
Trapping on Westwood, I feel like I'm 2Pac
Powered up
aiming them rockets
Like 3,2,1 bring the heavy
Straight from the pot eat it up like spaghetti
I'd rather get bloody let's grab the machetes
Capoeira jump
dippity-doo-dow
Sick when I cruise by, 6 when the goons by
Diplomat plates when they ship me a new ride
Your worst nightmare
Think the Birds fight fair
My niggaz
By this time I know you got the memo/ streets on the fire flows presidential/ californias legendary but they missed one/ allow me to get closer to my
I ain't ever ask, "What would Jesus do?" (Nah)
Trap until we see the sun
Play Vegas for a week or two (all night)
Bandana on me, I told L, "This
be, real petty, let’s figure this out already
She just was so smooth
She just kinda had a Santana groove
Eyes straight, with her lips closed
By speaking
from that dirt with no stains
That ain't your brodie that bitch he two face
Bitch I'm the goat and yeah I got two fangs
All black choppa like I'm Bruce
a different dimension like Roxas
Bitch, I soar in the sky in the nighttime
Treat her like porridge, she just right
Put a ring on her finger, I just might
(Two
read the headlines while she was in the grocery store about to by some Sunny D
Hook: (x2)
Orange Juice and the Newspaper is the way that I survive.
maintain my rappin',
But I got that cab, backin' me up,
And they got them two and a halfs, goin' from the thirteen on up,
And all my profit, just snorted
[CHORUS]
Sons of rock, we go by the name of
Sons of rock, you go by the name of
Sons of rock, we go by the name of
Sons of rock, you go by the name
who knocks
Ain't control
Sauce it up
Sticking by the code is what I stand for
Always be on point cause niggas change up
Dying for attention
They want
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Ujrzał "L Niño Vol 1", jak na razie ostatni
Studyjny album artysty w muzyce
Znowu słychać klimat
House of Pain i Cypress Hill
Ale też g-funk
clique Val Sdot C2six
Nico Santana sane state I live
That's the Sonshine State SON You know this
Boys bout that action fly Florida fashion
Last but not
gladiate
You the type, switch in the field
Bro touching blood money and we blow it on drug money
Sipping lean by the seal
I'm counting mud money, 'member I
Welcome to my new place, the mansion right by two lakes
The maybach with the blue drapes
This sound like Dj Clue tapes
They dropped the bomb over Baghdad,
Kick that shit Santana
Lend me a dollar man
Ima rock star with a bad bitch, I feel like Tommy Lee
Ain't no baby in this bitch but I got hoes they up
(Santana Star Beats)
I don't cherish money cuz I know, it could disappear
(Nah)
I'm gone be rich by twenty five, I could see it clear
When I walk in,
to dimes
New York City, the capital of crime
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Now once again it's Santana the Great
I built this city on hammers and weight
[Juelz Santana - Verse #1]
Go, go, 'tana in da house
Front yo, uh-oh, them hammers coming out
Yo we ain't come here to hurt nobody
But act up we'll hurt
I'm the Shawn Michaels of the song cycle
The Paul Bearer of the Small Era
Bout to start a reign of terror
Like Trips in oh two
And crossing me is
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