Lyrics:
fan-filled
Fill this bitch up with fans you still won't blow my candle out
My "can do" spirit's in the house
And is possessing your possessions, did you
I May Not Get There With You
[Intro]
Gather round it’s that time again
Log on, nigga sign me in
[Hook]
Riding to the promised land, smoking
Look, I just shed tears homie and now I ain't too proud to admit it
Just seen my father for the first time in a minute
And when I say a minute I
Look, I just shed tears homie and now I ain't too proud to admit it
Just seen my father for the first time in a minute
And when I say a minute I
scratched but I don't got nails
Got my own truck but I want to drive trails
Plus I won a house in ATL and that depends on my sales
And I'm tryin' to get
mouth, cost a starter Lexus
Late night, just put her on G6, now she on a Pegasus
I'm Martin Luther in a room full of Malcolm X's
Really rich, them
down
If it's a problem we shoot you from the neck up
Bitch I'm toting big sticks I don't let up
Don't talk to me you get blicked up
Drive by your house
They killin niggas like they huntin, so I stay up in the house
We ain’t rocking wit em then, an we ain’t rocking wit em now
An they started all
Geah
Eihthype in the muthafuckin house
MC Eiht, DJ Slip
Half Ounce in the mutherfuckin house
It all starts in them muthafuckin streets
with
[Intro]
Wanda Woman
Wanda Woman
Wanda Woman
Wanda Woman you make me go crazy
Then you make me smile
Yeah
Lost in your world
Lost in your Love
mean?
That mean that we, should be out up in ok streets
Not just in houses with our bible's summrizing what we read
Man this ain't deep (man this
I'm dodgin' the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers
Martin had a dream, Bob got high
I still do both
INTRO
When you hear the sirens coming
When you hear the sirens coming
When you hear the sirens coming
The blue lights are coming for you
When you
hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O to the X you'll see
the stamps get you
The way we lamp, fans come and get you
Play, fullback strapped like a fuck, war at
The black, Carlo Gambino's stash house in Hackensack
the stamps get you
The way we lamp, fans come and get you
Play, fullback strapped like a fuck, war at
The black, Carlo Gambino's stash house in Hackensack
skin
I been feeling stressed out
Some things on my chest that I need to get out
In the land of hip-hop I know I'm in the guest house
And I'm thankful for
starving offa that Cuervo
Shop on Rodeo, house in the dagos
We like to f-cking watch the day go by
I tell her (?), drop the potato
She's hot, what can I say
Intro
Moonlight, red light, alright
Can't be a quitter, I left ?
Trip with my dawgs, side to side
Verse 1
Tell me, what's the difference 'tween
Intro
Moonlight, red light, alright
Can't be a quitter, I left ?
Trip with my dawgs, side to side
Verse 1
Tell me, what's the difference 'tween
Intro
Moonlight, red light, alright
Can't be a quitter, I left ?
Trip with my dawgs, side to side
Verse 1
Tell me, what's the difference 'tween
Intro
Moonlight, red light, alright
Can't be a quitter, I left ?
Trip with my dawgs, side to side
Verse 1
Tell me, what's the difference 'tween
Intro
Moonlight, red light, alright
Can't be a quitter, I left ?
Trip with my dawgs, side to side
Verse 1
Tell me, what's the difference 'tween
Intro
Moonlight, red light, alright
Can't be a quitter, I left ?
Trip with my dawgs, side to side
Verse 1
Tell me, what's the difference 'tween
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