Lyrics:
locked up in prison
See you when you get home
We gonna puff the ism
The future is right now
Y'all motherfuckers listen
[Chorus: repeat 5X]
There is no
kinda sad that the toxins are smotherin'
Youth in the hood, poisoned by instant messages
Materialism, barbarianism, all types of isms
And schisms by
sickening, contagious
Here I come, AZ
Still, I dont have to run no games I've done those thangs
Learned the system
Burned some ism
Jotted my jewels down
my religion.
But you've converted me,
To another "ism".
I see you as a matador,
Running 'round in red.
You're screwing with the buttons,
And the words
prison
Spitting face of pure isms
Killing the culture
(Killing the culture)
Killing the culture
(Killing the culture)
Creatin' culture
(Creatin' culture)
in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,
Are likely to see niggaz ain't likin' me
Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,
Spinnin' all over
a fat sack of ism
Comin out with New Editions like Mike Bivins
I get a sticker from my nigga with the bag of em
Write my name on em then I peel off
king, every word that I send straight ism
Don't try to lie, see the look in yo eyes
I think your man ain't fuckin you right, let's take a ride
[ CHORUS ]
(I-I-ISM)
Hundred thousand to my bitch
I bet she clean it for me
Let her call the bosses, walk on her colleague
New money, nigga, go get your
(I-I-ISM)
Shit tryna take me, nigga (nigga)
Blame it on the pills, my nigga (nigga)
Bitches bitchin' at me, go slow (slow)
But you ain't gon'
got to skate
Don't want to roll then bounce lABB the -ism
Hit the source for the sauce
Double double my limit's
But I won't take a loss
My uncle hit me
finna bleed opps
Mix the uh with the uh, she like
"I love your lingo"
I shoot my shot with your bitch
I spit this ism like cheat code
Ferragamo steppin',
bíznál-, mért' félsz?
Bejárnánk a Földet, felednénk a könnyet-, élj, amíg csak élsz!
Együtt szállhatnánk... (ism.)
hogy az életed játszva lejátszod-,
és mindig lesz egy sötét vágy...
Refr.:... (ism.)
Mért' kell harc, mért' nem élsz?
Hisz' az álmod más: ott
ugyanaz a fény.
Elhív egy nem látott nyár... (ism.)
drive cah there's no transmission
They ain't got no plans, just isms and schisms
See them man there, they're probably saying life ain't fair
They
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