Lyrics:
baby) talk is cheap so we
Have million dollar conversations
Police tried to judge me 'cause I swerve
I done relapsed on the drink
Got a nigga slurrin’
by the smoke
Uh uh
My memories
I'll never stop
Really really making these
Its just something I love
Uh
Two feet down
From the stress, you cant knock
If
phone
I don't give a fuck, though
Hand me a Dixie cup and a Red Bull
And I'mma mix it up with something special to make ya head go
Ooo wee ooo wee,
I'm money minded you can tell just by the way That I talk that I'm tryna go get it
Aye real dope boy all this shit came right off The block
Niggas be
loser, abuser, there's few to say
I think I'm losin' a huge fuckin' screw in my brain
Yet I have proven that you ain't gonna ruin me
With all your stupid,
contents ..
John: no. I don't think so because...
Questioner: hitler could have been voted by the french, for instance.
John: every nation will have
rhyme
Nigga, whattup, who up, YOU up!
Doggy Dogg is on the mic
I'm here to fuck it izzzup
I give it to y'all, like you really got to have it
of gray, spoke: "Challis must be chosen. This
is the secret I have carried with me for all these
years. Although I was once rebuffed by my only true
love,
I'll give you a minute just to get yourself together and
We can have a sing-along, all and together and
Here's to the netherlands, sistern and brethren
my rolly looking kinda nice
Long Conversation if the cash is right
Hennessy mix with a little bit of sprite
Her and my exes start to look alike
Shit I
on some new ish
She was on some old ish, now I got a new bish
Think I give two ish? You ain't gonna do ish
Meet my two fingers, intro-deuces
If you knew
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by
Of these cops
Who have been brainwashed
Trained
Raised to believe
That every minority
Should become extinct
I give it all to you God
And Papa
Please
to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car
Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where
Grab the microphone and proceed to roar
Are y'all set, all prepared to start
Move in close cause here comes the dope part
By the way, I'm the Taste,
Suicide feels like I'll never die
I don't give a fuck you shed them Tears I never cried
Nigga I'm me man who are you part Two yeah
And it never will
And it
Merteuil.
You said that I´m almost vile
and this brought me to my knees
but your news have spread all over town boy,
I´m not blind nor deaf, you see.
I may
the truth
Here's to the future for the dreams of youth
I want it all (give it all I want it all)
I want it all (yeah)
I want it all and I want it now
I want
rhyme
Nigga, whattup, who up, YOU up!
Doggy Dogg is on the mic
I'm here to fuck it izzzup
I give it to y'all, like you really got to have it
cause they don't have the answers
Well, I have the tools just give me a blank canvas
Scary to see the talent out of Nowhere, Kansas
A mix of everything
'm feeling dead the liquor been hitting tough
Threw away the memories
Cause I don't give a fuck
Now y'all know what it is
Me and my boy Riccy
Man we bout
All my bitches up to date these hoes is obsolete
They was comin by da twos now they coming by da three
I got some of da baddest bitches pulling up in
tapes, yeah, forever
Yo word
Yo one fro the trouble
Two for the time
Three fro the rumble
Four for the rhyme
Do that crooklyn shit style all the time
had it far from perfect
But nobody did, so I'm a normal person
I gotta be grateful, we all have demons and all see angels
Or maybe it's me
A black
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