Lyrics:
motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up
So sit back, relax, new jacks get smacked
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg, I'm at the top of the stack
I don't lack for a second
motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up
So sit back, relax, new jacks get smacked
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg, I'm at the top of the stack
I don't lack for a second
relax, new jacks get smacked
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg, I'm at the top of the stack
I don't lack for a second, and I'm still checkin'
The dopest
Remix!
One two one two (one two one two)
This the I'ma Boss remix
Meek Milly
Let's go!
I'm ride or die, I'm ridin' by, hollerin' West Side right
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
reason, an event so insane
Nothing will ever be nothing again
Singularity, Planck Epoch
Space-time has yet to exist
Ten to the minus 43 seconds, Grand
weather, cold-eyed
Beautiful dress, RX-7 and I
Waku waku then I fell in love again
Waku waku yet I found myself so hurt
Waku waku and I'm pensive for
the corner just out of my sight but...
I'm just taking it in
From a second storey hotel window again
The TV's on and my bags are packed
But in this world
I was staring at you eating saltines when I realized
if we make it to tomorrow then we've pulled off our greatest heist yet
it's seven weeks and one
a minute ago Mr
Now its so Definitive livin with sewn lips shut
7up, Twisted, mix demoral, all systems
Shut Down, now you witnessin how this shit go
I Guess
THE WORKING OF MIRcCLES
Second Gift of the Power Gifts
POWER GIFTS
1. Gift of Faith
2. Working of Miracles
3. Gift of Healing.
Foundation
the secrets are tarnished
Perhaps we already did everything to be accomplished
Then yet again we could just be getting started
Maybe we're lost
Maybe all
her free again,
Her maidenhead from her he's ta'en:
"Ha ha, bonny maid, will you weep now?"
"You heathenish dog, nor yet for you."
He's cast her down in
I ain't dead yet I'm the reason why he ain't he breathing tell em I said dat
Ima Fuck the game up with this one now we're feds at?
I done came a long
there in chalk
By the tick and the tock
Of an old time clock
A turning gear and the weight descends
And The second hand comes round again
Another hour
scored (Bu-bush)
Couldn't give a toss about law (Nope)
Niggas know CB (They know)
More time, if it was done by the 7th
It was done by me (Go ask about)
I
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
siendo fuerte para mi familia y mis amigos
I find myself gettin' better by the fuckin' minute
Number one, my momma always had to save the minutes
Got
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
I thought a father should be
I abandoned that thought
Like he abandoned me
By forty seven I was fourteen
I'd acquired a taste for liquor
neck
Second, she passed I was like, "What's up?"
To which she replied, "How you doin'?"
I said, "De nada mama"
But your beauty I'm persuin'
And I
Rollin' up another swisha, listenin' to the beat again
Drankin' but we concentratin', smoke another sweet again
Steadily rewindin', trying to make
counting for you ask
5 6 7 8
I'm counting down the seconds 'til the world goes splat
Now that that's done let's get back to fun
I just killed a man Puff pass
my lashes
Rays crack over the hills
That cold morning came and went
But it lacked that weekend thrill
Are we there yet
Four more
The second one
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