Lyrics:
niggas by painting lyric pictures
The ring you gon kiss it
The holy ones did this I handle they business
Young buck nigga can't say that I ain't sinnin'
them off and clean forgot,
It wasn't until this morning that I picked the pictures up
And there before my eyes in vivid colour
Pictures of her stood
edible nigga my styles incredible
Let em know there ain't no fuckin with this
Seen out of luck you son of a bitch
Who gives a fuck about a rap that you
I reckon you all don't know me at all
I just got here today
My home is way down in a little town
It's not so far away
Everybody for miles around
Blindfolded, okay, yeah, I know it sounds adorable
But dollars signs in pop's eyes grew creepy and deplorable
He said, "Play by the noises, follow the ding
to re-up now
Yeah! And yeah, love my D-boy style
Man all the dope boys got the girls goin' wild
Yeah! I'm like nah nah nah
I'm laughin' at you niggas
I reckon you all don't know me at all
I just got here today
My home is way down in a little town
It's not so far away
Everybody for miles around
You show the man your picture
And you walk on through the door
You click your car in the box
And then you empty your stride
Cause you know where you
of a civilized man
Forward in truth looking back just to know
Disturb not the ebb of life's forgiving flow
Learn by mistakes through the fullness of time
I kill it
I kill it
I came clean
They Rock
They lean
hear me rap
and their face gleam
sleeping on me
they stay sleep
wake em up
and I make cream
Clean up a stain with a household name
You know the urge, I make you nervous
When I get on the plane
What do we dream when we dream we belong
All day
blue
Well that much is true
Thank god you drive the way you think man, anything but straight
Ripped the doors off in reverse while trying to wipe
on a whim because there's no one left who knows
We're mourning from the death of the last great American man
Elsewhere
Verse1:
Everybody wanna be the new this,
Everybody wanna be the new was,
Eating by myself at the Ruth Chris,
When a nigga could’ve been
the windbreaker pants on
He got his dance on
He found out he's a girl rocking tampon
He got his man gone
Excuse the smokers, we meet at Strokers
Cognac cigars, play
I could be clean and fresh
with people who can hold me yes
I'm broken open like a clam
I wish I could be better man
give me your hands perhaps I can
straight through the fake when they’re facing the odds
I came a long way from the trailer park I had to boss up and take charge ya know
live by the 48 laws
1000 times
And no one knows
Become a man and serve your time
Someone tell me what that means
Forget your plans and follow mine
Spend a lifetime chasing
I'm summin' this up
It's hard to replicate a hunger
When nigga's stomach is stuffed
I'm not a man that look for someone to bluff
Kept it a gram, now
Fuck around it might be yours
Make a quick detour so be sure
Don't talk to no bitches and
Try to creep off
They'll blow your head clean off
This is
he caught me in the chin
There was no need to ask, I know he fought me to win
My broken task is born again, let a new war begin
I think he saw me grin.
you everyday
I love it in the morning when I get that text
Followed by that smiley face
I love how you dress so clean
I love what you do to them jeans
I
At the wheel there sat a big man he weighed about 2-10
He stuck out his hand and said with a grin
Big Joe's the name I told him mine
He said the name of my rig's
by a different bunch hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real niggas see what ya got lil' girl
Got lil' doe, got something to blow
You wanna get
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