Lyrics:
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
good when I rocked your whole 'hood
My soul run deep, like a crack in the street
I keep it real, so you can feel, my true skills
100%, like Absolute, Get
Furniture in my nesting
But by force I'm suggesting
Ya count your blessings
I've got love and assurance
I've got new health insurance
And I've got
lever
Of believing my whole life will be a light playwright
No I'm not shrinking to thinking finite hope will suffice
While young and soaking it all up
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
do, I do my thing and gangstas bob to it
It's hit after hit, damn, I'm on a roll
I'm like James Brown now, man, I got soul
Naw, I ain't a pimp, but
helped me figure out another plan
It got bad, so bad
Nah, I ain't fucking love that, man
Then I hopped out in a new zone with my Louis bag
True story,
helped me figure out another plan
It got bad, so bad
Nah, I ain't fucking love that, man
Then I hopped out in a new zone with my Louis bag
True story,
to the pedal
It'll take a whole lot (yeah) for me to settle (yeah)
Said pop make money, now you try, bitch
You could use a revamp with a new vibe, sis
I
Yea we known for Rap
Keep dat heavy metal doe
Kept it G the whole time
Exaggerate a little for the dope lines
Anybody working get ya shine
Caz not
appease
Too focused on something, that you could've just let be
Paranoid by things behind the scenes
That your intuition felt, but you refused to believe,
I
briefcase
Said, it ain't Bob Hope or Barry Manilow
Then I borrowed Norton's hat, cause I forgot my Kangol
Ralph said, "I got a scheme, let me get to it
the world its the same old script
Whole lotta lames no matter where it is
Want something new and I don't care what it is
Cause its about time we come up with
your bad bad
I can do bad all by my lonely, first homie
Had a whole baby on me, fuck you, nigga
Had a whole baby on me, fuck you, nigga
I don't need
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
But ten years later she won on appeal.
alternate chorus:
New York City Woman's not alone.
Some things'll make a patron saint to kill.
There are
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time
do something about it
Teach em' real lessons and don't just allow it
Man I'm just glad I got beat by my dad
So that I could adapt and now look
People
is fine
Watch the tower as it starts to teeter
New lyrics follow the same old meter
It can't be comfortable when the whole thing's about to fall
Greenwich
New York to pick up our saxophone player who lives in Clifton Park
I'm in a car surrounded by three other of my bandmates
They're all listening
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
that we no inna dat
If a guy try dat thing we get them sixteen shotta
It's a lovely night ?? ?? off de chatta
Easy Ice-T make them no say you a mark-a
that make the whole world sing
I write the songs of love and special things
I write the songs that make the young girls cry
I write the songs, I write
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