Lyrics:
Ay!
(Don't forget it) Don't forget it
(I ain't had love in a minute) In a minute
(I was on drugs for a minute) now i'm tripping
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I
a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white
the gate
Carried my weight, but seem to receive nothin' but hate
Millionaires snatchin' crumbs off my little son plate
Kidnapped, locked in a trunk
close by
It’s more vivid the image embedded in my mind
I look around and really I see a fake smile
No time, when the tickets down
My rolex style don’t
waist
Hate to kill a nigga, why?
Cause my nigga style he's got that killa, what?
What do you mean killa?
I mean that bee
Those ganja trees
Those
stayin' home cryin'
I hate to watch him die but this is my cowboy's last ride
Cowboy remembers the old trails we rode and he's back in the saddle
Let's shift gears for a minute
And talk about New York
City i actually get in
Arguments because people say
Nicki doesn't rep New York i say "What do
an alcoholised voice in my ear screams
PLAY WONDERWAL
So I put the capo on the 2nd fret and strum that first chord
Em7 makes my ears bleed but it pleases
red rag on my hip and shit
Look for the dip, nigga, that's where the stick is
I gave your bitch dick, I'll be back in a minute
I'm posted in 'ella, I'm
swallow
And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
And I'd rather be
- what can I do
I push em aside and I hate to be rude
Wait a minute (Yeah)
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Blondie on the track
Wait a minute
Wait
minute I'm gonna drown
Two million people in this city, yet it's a desolate town
Weird stares, blank space, wears a dead face with a frown
So sick
like this, fans pass out when I kiss
If you hate then you are toast, knot breakers keep burnin' witch
Chain hang, diamonds swang, two red cups my
(so bright)
In the ritual fire, we find our might
Two minutes of hate, we stand and roar, (we roar)
Two minutes to feel, to settle the score, (the
and longer
As the days goes by
We're down to the worm in the bottle
The chips and the salsa are gone
Now we know why J.T. sang "Oh Mexico"
We're two
Grab my bag
Double check my jacket pockets
For belongings
Like my card
Oh it's in the car
Yes
Got 2 minutes till they start
The lift is in the parking
living, living
I'm off in the studio chillin (chillin', chillin')
When I really could be working every minute
My nigga we really tryna get it
No hand
I hate you for who you are
I love you for what you think you are
I see the hate in your eyes
When you're running for your life
I hate your faith
hit someone who's
Guilty we're the people who sit back
And tolerate children owning guns
And we're the ones who tune
In and watch the up-to-the-minute
Prolly ran by half a bitch
You keep race a thing we tripping on
But I don't give a damn ugh
Imma color myself in with sharpie
Cause I can
Yo chopper
There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe
we can fly.. but I can feel it in the wind
The beginning or the end
So people keep your head
(Great John on the beat by the way)
I was on tour for four months we was overseas (Greenlight Gang)
Did fifty-five shows in forty-five countries (woah)
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two
Same Feeling when Your bitches Clit is in your face (Pee Eww) I think I'm gonna faint
My life handed my lemons by the crate my fingers falling off from
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