Lyrics:
replace your soul
Keep the printer toner full so you can pay off all your school
Nine to five, rat race time
Full pursuit, but never mine
Clock in, do
what
Well you can suck my dick, you can thank a nigga when
Cause we gone bring it to your ass fa sho what, huh
[Rasheed]
Uh 59 I-10, forty five
Six
out
Twenty one minutes, thirty two seconds, forty five hours now
and I can't sleep
I guess I wasn't strong as I thought I could be
Searching through
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
all kinds of thing that they not
I'm lost brother, can you help me
Can you help me brother, please
You see what we did, we lost the love
I'm
since May
I been through shit in the summer that fucked me up , I don't know what to say
I went by day to day couldn't express what the voices say
I was
of entertainment meets the lust for blood and demerits, cutters of the pie throw your summers in the sky, collar pop jolly roger, die motherfucker die, apache
On a hot summer's night
In the year of '75
Jimmy Doyle took his child bride
Amanda, for a drive
She was only seventeen
He just lived to see
a reptile cold as ice[01:40.21]Javelins, heat seeking[01:41.88]But I'm dripping in the ice[01:42.79]Just a dead man walking[01:44.42]Enjoying the summer like
Don’t rock the boat
Don’t you know I’m only 10 years old
Hey, I’m making waves
After summer camp I’m about to ace the 5th grade
Yeah, freestyles by
God Emcee V3 man[01:38.55]That bitch linkin' with your opps[01:39.40]Man, it's crazy that you still pipe[01:41.20]Say you on the block[01:42.35]Man,
She's the New World Madonna with the golden touch
She filled a bull-ring--forty-five thousand seater
But if you're prettier than General Franco
That's
of the Imperium assembled before the towering cyclopean walls of ancient Gul-Kothoth. It was some time before the billowing dust cloud raised by the massed arrival
Being a professional at our work
In what is rapidly becoming a world of amateurs
What are your qualifications?
You, you, you, you got five (yeah)
Well, the summer day make a white man lazy
Well, all I've ever known is poor
Owe my skin to the country store
Throw my walls, my roof, my door
back to benny row
Bitches in my kitchen with the semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap and his body
Jayo] W-wh-wha, what, wha-what what?
[E-40] BEOTCH!
Mobster, turn that shit up!
[Jayo] Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh UH
[E-40] Sinister shit
below the bridge
A little short on food that's all
Now I gotta get Marie some kind of coat
We're headed down into fall
I used to play the mouth harp
the future[01:09.53]Where we want to live[01:10.40]And who we'd want to be[01:11.61]Lookin at diamond rings[01:12.52]That capture your kind of bling[01:13.93]We took our time
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
Yeah E-40 and the mothafuckin' C-L-I-C-K in this mothafucka', you know
I got my cousin Kaveo on the mothafuckin' side of me
We fin to spit some
give 'em five bucks and they smile[02:17.40]It broke my heart a bit[02:18.41]Don't care who you are[02:19.42]But we all deserve more than the front
bedroom had a bedroom, my wrist be dancin'
The flyest that's livin'
We live and die by the kitchen
Choppin' on dishes, rack the puff in
Ambition bitch we
up on the hill, this was before I made a mil'
I got 5 for 30, come and shop with me, what it is?
Came from standin' in the field, I'll moonwalk you
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