Lyrics:
A woman on the radio talks about revolution
When it's already passed her by
Bob Dylan didn't have this to sing about
You know it feels good to be
samples that you can grab for free? I do this casually
This shit is a drag for me, all I need is some battery acid and plus a
Bag of weed, and I'll be glad
braces
Not for the fingers, bitches fighting over my paper
Y'all need to chill, sit the fuck down and fix ya makeup
Ghost is ya host, so allow me, hand me
disappear from the stage
Replaced by a smaller man in his mid-30s
He also appeared to be an exec
"It's time for the TGIF Annual Secret Santa Exchange" he
is false
Then for the good of society
And especially for the good of the poor people who have fallen prey to this confusion
Transgenderism must be
my apologies to Bob, pass the horn!
No need for false alarm
Word up!
The Nuyopian charm is for show back again
It's rememberin' the was
go for your registration, and then they put your ass to sleep
(And tell the chief you reached for heat)
Cops be poppin' confiscated glocks with
about a dime a dozen
Ash and exhale, days keep on coming
Collapsing supernova
I got work by Bova
Up in the shadowbox
Framed like it was priceless
Bob
bread they pockets lint
Fucc what YU said Don't politic
Babygirl what is your Name? Do you just want me because of my game?
Way I be hittin insane
well, I'll tell ya
Got so many rhymes ya know my throat is sore
It's 1992 and still no one to vote for
Well, like my words is what I'm seeing through
Walk around the city by my lonesome
All that what I see is where the flow from
There's a million faces in the place to be
Get it where I fit in
Yeah
Strength, strength is a key to growth
Endurance can't be at ease, for a new me
Love, it covers you like insurance
Belief, is a sure must have
breed
That fills the need
Is bred to feed
The endless greed
Yes it's poultry time
For all you little kittens
Let's get hip and do...attitude chicken
Now
on Yorba Linda Blvd.
DLoc has been at large and is wanted by press, parents, and
authorities
For being a nusiance to society. Approach with caution,
DLoc
to know when times right
I'll be satisfied when my breads thick
Can't let too many people in cause the plank will break like a breadstick
This shit is
shine
Forget them excuses I ran from mine
Never looked back by switch is stuck on grind
Full time hustle 365, twenty four seven or twenty five eight
You
and playing it raw
Speaking my name you better quit, 'fore you lose your jaw
S-L-A-be that's on my life, we ready for war
Who gon represent for Texas,
conscious is divine, you’d be surprised what God has for you hidden inside
Up in the spirit like I’m supposed to be, that’s where I know the devil can’t get
Ghetto Cowboy
You betta count your money (Repeat 8X)
[Krayzie Bone]
The name is Krazie, big bad ass bone
Wanted up north for all the gold that I
trying to stay alive
Have another weekend
Time is going to have to die
Celebrate the night by trying to stay alive
If you're ever in wyoming
Ask for wild
spit then it's down for the last head Bob
Life could be worse I could still own a pair crocs
I wanna die... even tho not plenty wrong
I wanna die...
a therapist
This party rocks for me I'm gonna burn it up
Done with the Genesis go
Here comes the exodus
Mally on deck, so the vibe is in effect
So light me
by the sword
surprise Dream Warrirors possesses intelligance
but you cry wolf but that's irrelivant
no what you must be now is simply
sit back and rock
Form guerilla hands to pick me up by eight
It was a sweet night, the weed gates don't stay open late
Check my bank roll, remove the tints
? is pet charm,
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