Lyrics:
This, that made me self-embrace it
Me-self the laddie in him
But he ain’t no Irish man, he’s a Filipino
Plus he’s German and Swedish but you
Don’t know
and I just want you by my side
Just wanna park this dirty truck and say I'm here right now
And I'm not leaving again, oh no!
Honky Tonk's Ice cold Beer
Help
Maureen?
It's Mimi, I can't get her up the stairs
No
She was huddled in the park in the dark
And she was freezing and begged to come here
he's my brother
So, on we go (he finds a park bench, he settles down)
His welfare is my concern (traded his medals for the clothes he wears)
No burden
got more enfedimines then Eckers and Walgreens
I get high, as I park my, park my drop on the curb
I'm smokin on that blueberry yeah I gots that good
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
the dark
Swinging off your loving baby its a Molly park
(Just drop by)
as black excellence, ha
They rewarded for mediocrity, ha
I ain't begging for my equality
No, I'm too big to fail
Grab the bull by the horn then wag
these things that I'm not gonna miss
Read on the bus 'til it got dark
Made the beds and built a bonfire in the park
Showed you on my collar where she left
six-one blockin' it
If y'all ridin' by, my nigga, we cockin' it
Poppin' on imposters, fake ass mobsters
East side niggas, ain't no stoppin' us
My recipe
never had no chance to cry
You left me stumbling down an old dirt road
Could've picked a better place to hide
Fly now, get out
How do you see through all
a sunny day, why don't we play in Central Park,
Can't even find a cloud in the sky,
No need to stop for a sigh,
We got what money can't buy.
Say, we can
a drive-by MC, spit on the low
I have learnt my lesson, slip on road, never
But I'm not essing
You know Jme is the best in switching my flow
Writing, never
Can't stop me
This property
I don't stop even with the stress on top of me
I won't go slow when I'm back on the road
Won't take me life from the one
And how she'll miss those weekends
In the park with the sun on her face
And her book by her side and that
Lingering taste that he left on her tongue
When they spin and their neck break, legs buckle too
It's in your aura and essence
Seen as a blessing
God worked his magic
And left us with
Two eyes,
better Hyde
Sparkle and crackle
Right by your side
Park in the dark in the park for my mark
I'm a shark out of water
I'll bite till I'm dried
Not
Irish sea
We left our bikes at Vale Park and I led us to the house where my father was a child
By myself, on another ride, I crawled for miles through
Way out past the quarry
On the edge of the town
I saw her there in the mist by the road
Flagging me down
Ill met by the moonlight
And she's pale
of Nick's wit' my sack for the whole day
Drive-by's, that was road rage
Then we park and hop out
Learn levels to this whole thang
Old school, play
in the eastside of San Pedro Park,
I smoke a camel, the lupsia done have me sparked
This lil' broad said I'm livin' in my last days,
My mother love
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
from the hazards
So
I'm not left wing, I'm not right wing
On my left wrist there's no Breitling
My memories I hold times when
I was 17 and I'm writing
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro’ the field the road run by
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