Lyrics:
spurs
But try as he will he can't shake me as over the precipice we go
To shed the life blood of a horse and a man on the rocky sierra below
They call
don't want me, I'm runnin' wild
You know I respect her on that level
She don't want me then I'ma let her
Go over there with that broke fella
Walk off
But girls in biker shorts are so fly to me
So I step to em, with aggression
Listen to the kid, and learn a lesson today
See they think we narrow
and cabbage patches
A child of the KoRn been wild since I was born
Climbin' over barb wire clothes got torn
Shoes got muddy and my click turned cruddy
Wherever
saw it
I was just so in love
With architecture and the
Modern space and the way they curated
The art i just asked would it be OK for me
To do
don't really need friends, I ain't cocky (no I ain't cocky)
They wanna see me turn, ready to kill out my body (man out my body)
They posting pics, well
the hassle jealous thugs I suppose squeeze
Turn that ass to Swiss cheese leave permanent holes
And to them hoes you know how it go no dough
'Cause they
grandfather Stan wasn't Nothin' But a Man
He fell in love with Jivote so he took her by the hand
They had two sons, Stanley and Perry
They go together like
you did was lie, cheat, and steal just Like Eddie
Trying to get over you, I'm all on my own
Everybody watch out, I'm coming for the Throne now
Riding
Fly high Virgil exclusives rocked exclusively
To go to war with us would be top 5 foolery
Do you really love me or just think you do?
Yeah I'm just
Lil mama dip like the ocean
Poseidon be proud of me
Wetter then 7 seas
She call me moses
Cuz I keep them legs spread apart
Like that's how they supposed
over and over god knows
you done smiled and said nigga help me get on my clothes
so we got over that, you held up got locked
? they had you caged when
into my ears
And they told me, oh they forced me
To be the Freak
And the SAWA’s behind us
Oh the SAWA’s inside us
They should go away
I don’t want
a (HONK!) about middle of the road
Unless there's a Dead Skunk there.
Flo and Eddie, Cheech and Chong
And discs that won't go platinum
Sung by folks that they
niggas be eating pasta but they love zucchini
Rocking valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini
Them type of cats that call you because you can't call 'em
me that's word to my pow
They don't know what, what the fucks goin' on
What the fuck get outta here
Let me go and do this by myself
Got my 4-4 from
over there
you ready
I said one two three four
In slow
now hear I go
As I
Flow
Crowd goes up and down like a yo-yo
Hail the master the ruler over all
Me
said run it up again
We're gonna buy a fucking plane
Just to do it all over again
Cuz I feel myself slipping sane
Let's go space gang
Wilding
Praying that they wouldn't die
Mind over matter
Cry over sins
Their lives are over now
Ended before they begin
As the raven again passes by
I can
baby, ready to let it go
Shimmy-shimmy-cocoa-what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now (uh, uh, uh)
Mmm, you can find
they took my father from me
Shit, do you know the feelin' of success?
When you young and you black but you stressed and you blessed
And you gotta wake
over to this bitch smiling on a banana boat
(And they fucked our bitches and raped them)
They never told us what the fuck we came over here for
goin down cause the folks wanna run up
DAMN!!!
{"These days, the best way to deal with a car jacker
is to simply give them what they want."}
to spend, they go crazy.
(Verse 1):
I'm going to tell you a story in stereo,
About the pimping game, that you should know.
But if you don't, it's
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