Lyrics:
like Nat King Cole
You can feel it on your neck like you in a choke hold
Unfold the mystery, unload the BEP
Bangin' on your speakers while you haters
done?
What will my legend become?
I will forever be young
Through old tales of breakdancing down at Odell's
Streets named after me is where my soul
are
searching the square roughly turning over baskets and shaking down PASSERS-BY.
BRIAN appears near a rather dull little PROPHET, who is standing
that's all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Ain't nothing new, I've seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight, it's over with,
men created equal
Three pop goes the weasel like Evel Knievel
Kingdom bestial, ceased deceasing them
From Nat King Cole back to Nat Turner teachin’ you
, no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
like my shoes much less di in sole
Him a pirate, and di truth must be told
Him caan fi get nobody him must sing Nat King Cole
Seh him nah stop DJ till
jump over this false hov
Like kanye when he said he jumped over the jump man souls
Flu game on my feet might sneeze a cold cole
They can't hold me in
after the holidays
Hope I made him laugh while he fightin' for his freedom
Know it's free my nigga Casanova 'til they free him (oh yeah)
(Is it okay if
Spectators take cover, when ball flying all over.
Bridge
Cause if you want a good batsman, and you want a cricket legend.
On the field is style and pattern,
these triggers pulled by younger hitters
Damn, d-damn if you do and damn if you don't
This survival of the fittest, your highness king of these ropes huh
skickens (home team)
Let me pivot (music&imovies)
Elvis presley willie nelson
Sammie, the pack will smith aka the fresh prince
Drake nat king cole cher jack
of buhdah and became bitche's with the skunk
Nat "King" Cole was a merry old soul
Made you move that ab, drop shit from your whole
Grab a budjock and lick
E's rolling Villain, BJ's got the sack
Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clocking dough
Be bop's a pimp, my old freaks a ho
The batter rams rolling, rocks
In a grave or a jail that could hold us all
Pinned down like a bowling ball, they got a hold of y'all
Follow King James, like he protocol (Woo)
When
These niggas mad, ball hog with my gas 'cause niggas ain't gettin' a pass
These niggas trash, when I see 'em I just laugh, bruh, I got this in the bag
Came up having nothing
Now I'm chasing after green
Got the game from my fam now I'm taken over the league
It's money over everything except
you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison
I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me
my scumbags, and all my slime balls/
Y'all can relate, this shit is grime sauce/
Awful is an animal, Gravity's a savage/
Lu Chin is polluted, DaMarco
We made fun of your musical taste for so long
Now you're gone
John Denver, Billy Joel
Posthumous duet CD of Nat King Cole
For Leon Redbone there
[Chorus]
We comin' to yo' town and then we takin' over
Hands up, but better yet you better hold up
Shorty says she wanna kick it with' a soldier
Bang!
Supposed to be
I held onto the hope that I will find a new edition
A nat king Cole unforgettable kind of love
A jeffery Osborne stay with me tonight kind
like scenes in Scream borderline
Stephen King he's Behemoth
I just drift (I just drift)
Into the abyss where nothing really is
(Nothing is, it's vacant)
to ball but too small
Fast ball you ain't curving them all
So stand tall young man boy pull up yo draws
This is a free for all
And you know my niggas gonna
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