Lyrics:
fucks)
Young T Lee 'bout to erupt (lets get it)
They keep tryna come back
Eventually like fuck that (fuck that)
Count it up talkin' stackin' racks
I feel
Ballad of Corky Lee - Radio Version
Music and Lyrics by Gary San cngel and Glenn Suravech
When I went to school
I studied US history
In my book I
Ik ben op me eigen wave
Ja ik ben altijd the same
Nee ik loop met niemand mee
Blijven strijden in de game
En we gaan nog nergens heen
Ik ben op me
mean I kilt sumn
Day by day
Work smart not hard Twouhem
Lee on (leave)with that bullshit cool runnins
Shake sumn
Move my way
I might hit sumn
Peel
and you will never fade-uh
[Chorus 1: Ms. Toi and Murphy Lee]
Go and tell that girl Ms. Toi what you want to be
Go and this stylin chick who you want
Water drippin', ice tea
Do my thing like Spike Lee
Finesse karo, the whole thing
Serve it to a hypebeast
These hoes they worse than dope fiends
a movie like Spike Lee
Choppa be kicking Bruce Lee
My dawgs don't bark they biting
Ooo
Ooo
Send them hitters on you
Ooo
Ooo
Talking cuts put clippers on you
die mensen in zee
Ben met Thunder op sneaky money geen Ali B
Ze ziet ons rocken en nu wilt ze met ons mee
Ze wilt het kicken met ons maar geen bruce lee
Writer dye with the pen I’ma bust on ya heroes
I’m coming around the ben with a puffed out ego
Got my dial on ten and my fucks on zero
You can count
the city is plunged into darkness
By an unpredicted rolling blackout
The White House always blames the governor
Sayin' 'The solution is to vote him out'"
the city is plunged into darkness
By an unpredicted rolling blackout
The White House always blames the governor
Sayin' 'The solution is to vote him out'"
If I'm passing man just know that I lead
I'm locked in the lab like I'm goin spike lee
If you still don't believe don't come by me
Bond over hate
Won't pass more judgement until I hear you sing
This is Cork
Cork down by the Lee
This is Cork
A real capital city
This is Cork
Cork down by the Lee
This
day in the life, come and roll with me
Stack blue cheese, china white Bruce Lee, I Ain't worried bout these niggas, I'ma do
Me
Gold bottles by
Ek wonder wat van jou geword het
Jy wat so hier by my spook
Ek weet net ons het die vuur gemaak
Die wêreld aan die brand gestook
Nou's die nagte
When Grandma and her girls
Were singing sweet and low
For me and the Wildwood Rose
We'd be way down the road by the break of dawn
Biscuits
This is save for later
Now hater say ya prayers
I'm spittin fire
No dragon slayer
Hoe niggas wake up
I get my paper
Say fuck a friend
I fuck with Ben
(Cold)
Cause I'm clean (Yup)
Bless you no sneeze (yup)
Curse you for free (Yup)
But no lee-way between (Yeah)
Imma break it down
Imma take ya crown (King)
Thrax and drink at KI
Staring at the rain water lake from the view of the cliff
Ten toes in the sand and I'm tuning the spliff
Big Ben's in the tube
president ben een president dat is echt te gek
Shawty zei me ze wil me echt
Bos die bakka en let it clap
Ben met lee in die kab
And thats my nigga
Just like
getting out of Central High
Brenda Lee, she's a sophomore
I never saw her laugh or cry
She's growing up so fast
Studied as the days went by
She's
getting out of Central High
Brenda Lee, she's a sophomore
I never saw her laugh or cry
She's growing up so fast
Studied as the days went by
She's
da lee heee, yo da lai heee
I'm a pothole warior til I die
Yo da lee heee, yo da lai heee
Pleez help, just a dollar as you pass by
By night he nicks
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