Lyrics:
the ladies with burgundy hair get in free!
Heh, I got live on stage
Purple Gang and B.U., let's go!
Feelin' old as ever man I came with a buzz
Two shots,
Sleep, pull your pants up
Tell em’ get it how you live man, back up
Took her to the hills by El Sob
She told me don’t say she from LA, she from Crenshaw
Schizohrenia - Featuring Hadrien Feraud & Jason JT Thomas
Written by: Bobby Ray Sparks II & Simon Novski
BOBBY SPARKS MUSIC (BMI), SIMON NOVSKI
Irving, TX
CHIEF ENGINEER: Rod Steger
RECORDED BY: Bobby Sparks II & Rod Steger at Sparks Enterprises Studio: Sunnyvale, TX & Funk Rehab Lab: Mesquite, TX -
one day it happened
Beneath the clear blue autumn sky
They kissed each other down by the riverside
And they vowed to live the rest of their lives side
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
Yung Trxp a menace I really get stacks,
Run up my money by flipping them packs
I put my whole city on my back,
Even when my own family turned they
Yung Trxp a menace I really get stacks,
Run up my money by flipping them packs
I put my whole city on my back,
Even when my own family turned they
another heart
Where I can live all by myself
Gonna find another heart
I don`t have to share with anybody else
`Cause you don`t treat me like you should
classes, and that's what yo' ass get
Not even electives? Not even pre-requits?
You mean I missed my major by a couple of seconds?
Now I'm in the shop
West there's no good cla**es, and that's what yo' a** get
Not even electives? Not even prerequits?
You mean I missed my major by a couple of seconds?
a second time to photobomb it
I live by a code of demonic, Illuminati, Obama, Hovanomics
Hold up, hurdles in life, I hop in a Turbo and roll around 'em
I'm chilling, I grab the Buddha, get my crew to buy beers
And watch a flick, illin' and root for the villain, huh
Plus, every morning, I go out
a Mac-10
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's liable to start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, Forty-P
Saw my man layin' dead on the floor, kid I swore
That our crew will live forever, I guess I was wrong
No, until we meet again,hold ya head and stay
test
Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me
'Cause we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty
Get it right, or train yourself not
pointsetta
And put him on the balcony so he could get a
Little bit of city sun just to quench his thirst
Plants gotta live too, 'cause they feed the earth
Just
a scared mother fucker go to church
Jai be the name
If you don't know google search
Funk master flexing on you niggas with the merch
Might steal your bitch
never lose
I don't mind being by myself, but I'd rather be with my crew
Or in the stude, or with my family
Only child but I am grown so I gotta take care
range?
A kid with too much in his pants.
What's two balls minus one?
Seven titles at the Tour de France.
Split a decision with long division,
Take
Niggas gone recognize get back
All of my ghost is too huh
Fuck a lil 2 live crew
Look at what this 45 do to u
Ion even care bout u Nigga
I been
wants the feeling she gon slide
What it do come slide the dude, ride with the crew
Shorty bad she a five times two not a two and a half shorty really max
dick pussy niggas
Down with the quick
My peeps guzzilin' while your
Crew was takin' sips
Set the vault lampin' comin'
Through comin' through
QB in this
lip torn tattered sash hard ass cast and crew can support though,
A band of young bandits never destined to grow,
Live in the mouth of the island
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