Lyrics:
how can I stay grounded
Got the 2 6 pep boys been around it
Shawty wanna shake the spot like right now
5 cut a cranberry saturn right now
Mama got back
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Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss
16 and a half centuries to go, and where it goes, nobody knows
I was punished for being born twice, and I
dripping palm across the stubble on the nape of his neck and thought again about the door. He had discovered the door some months back on one of his
only ride with hustlers, by my side's a hustler
Got the mind of a hustler, soul of a king
You can't drink from this bowl if you wearing my ring
Those
kings for an ill airbrush top
That'll match my cortez Nike's
Niggas gettin robbed at the back door comin out with bags
We used to get our gold
Brother, Derek X, kick flavor
I do my thing like B.B. King my microphone is named Lucille
Throw a dip in my hip so they call me extra ill
Making big
James Brown and BB King
All got it out a them streets
From the ghetto yeah the belly of beast
If you sweet get to tricking they gon beat that ass
Always
the door, I went and broke the doorframe
They think I'm tapped, what makes you think I'll leak my own tape
Let the leakers leak this shit, comin' like
The deceit, can be real, I appeal to your wisdom
I'm back in the game, like a BBS system
So don't become a victim, and stick it to the cop
Drop, drop it
Christmas alone
Baby come back
The door’s unlocked if you get cold
I’ll wait by the mistletoe
It’s been a long time for me
It’s been to long time for us
We
funny accents
And was willing to
Make herself beautiful, then
Grotesque, then absurd, then
Back again and here she is now, demure
By comparison, just
you come for dodgeball,
you could take me out
Even a beta like me,
could be an alpha on court
I came back and brought the crown with me, in the king’s
to a tape by slayer
Parked in a parking lot behind burger king
Eatin a raw pack of chicken wings
With blood on my fingers I blast a CD by the staple
and my momma use to sit and watch the lion king
She had a pathfinder to yea bumping Yolanda Adams
Or four hundred degreez by juvenile
And we ain't never
selling weed
Fucking up my prestige, 'til I live with the blues
BB King or the neighbors of Snoop, that's why I'm
In the club like fuck it, though
to the next room, and so on. Twelve rooms connected by twelve doors, making a circle, so the twelfth door led to the first room - a mandala.
In the first room,
her what it is she do
She had a yodel in her walk a swing like a new back door
As sure as BB done got the blues
I got it bad from my head down to my
Diddy]
Well it seems like our bad boys have theirselves in a bit of a jam
Seems like Bristal got his back up against the wall
Well let's see how Rob be
OF YEAR
AND TO TOP IT OFF SANTA'S NEVER BEEN BY HERE
ON THE FIRST DAY OF DECEMBER MAMA'S EYES WERE BLACK AND BLUE
THAT SEEMS TO HAPPEN EVERY TIME THE RENT
these be the charms
Sheba, King Tut suite at the Khalifa
Tied to a chair getting burned by cohibas
A well dressed thug who run clubs in the Koreas
today
But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without
today
But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without
Dick back together again
The writings on the wall
The writings on the wall
cll the Kings horses and Presidents men
Couldn't put Dick back together
demon stomping vessel sowing seeds
I'm thankful God's blessings chase me down
I'm surrounded by God's favour I'm a king with a crown
I declare I'm special
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