Lyrics:
the situation we sophisticated goons
Know you live by the gun then
You die by it too niggas call me prophesy
Swagging and philosophies
White on white wagon call
And they all came back, shook my hand, and we had a great time on the
Bench talkin' about crime, mother-stabbin', father-rapin', all kinds
Of groovy
white chucks and a Kobe jersey
Money in my pocket, gold 'round my neck
I came to take the game over, ain't no more holdin' back
I'm fly to death, take
with me?
I'm too real for the fake, too great to not be seen
It's a party everyday
Where I lay I must not say
Got two, around the way
And they always
Yo yo
Sit back, toss dice in a knick trap,
Serve big crack in white T's and fitted caps,
These sick reps, this my life you just spit raps,
I been
(Tahiti)
(Tahiti)
(Tahiti)
Please get accountants to count it for me
Get control of your bitch, she keep flockin' on me
Fly by myself, seen the top
gonna be alright
And if the sunsets
I'm still standing by your side
As long as your by mine
We gonna be alright
We had a great time
All good things gotta
and white ivory
Gettin six on artillery, you don't want to see a G
Break yo' ass like dishes
Buster-ass tricks, sleep with the fishes
Runnin' from Lennox,
In the Dodge City yards of the Sante Fe
Stood a freight made up for the east
And the engineer with his oil and waste
Was groomin' the great iron
In the Dodge City yards of the Sante Fe
Stood a freight made up for the east
And the engineer with his oil and waste
Was groomin' the great iron
by the greed
We be sippin', girls be trippin' cause it’s hot in the A
Peaches shakin' up in Follies all night and day
Hold up there shorty I’m not
siempre
No puedo sacar eso de mi mente bebe
Porque mami yo te quiero
Si tu me quieres dimelo cantando
Listen baby girl I want you, let the rhythm
know why you looked into my eyes with a great smile?
I wanna know why you showed me your back when i need you in my life?
And all this time
I wanna be by
the city is plunged into darkness
By an unpredicted rolling blackout
The White House always blames the governor
Sayin' 'The solution is to vote him out'"
the city is plunged into darkness
By an unpredicted rolling blackout
The White House always blames the governor
Sayin' 'The solution is to vote him out'"
The Great American Dream
(Lyrics & Music by Rocky Michaels)
Down at the beach thereu0027s a guy and his girl holding hands
He kisses her
back dont need that lotion
This no act nobody's posing
Bodies touching this is deep on all discussions
Like where you going
Foot of the bed days go by
waitin')
Snap my fingers again to the rhythm
(I'm waitin') Let's get back into it
I must be in over my head
There's no questionin' shorty's the best
I'm
at the right time. You good for my soul like some white wine.
And whenever things get hazy, or shit’s crazy
Just know that I got your back like you got mine
wreckage
That I've come to love so well
Yes, color me stunned and dazzled
By all the red white and blue flashing lights
In the American intersection
my power ridiculously
Making all of my rhythms and patterns
Hard to rap up and down doubles triplets
It is a fact
Quit talking smack
Quit talking back
had like jazz
If you down for change then they take your voice away
And then they tell you the best is white
Co-signed by a nigga that pimped the mic
Let me get out there
Let me get loose
Let me buss out this plain white tee
And my skanking boots
i got a backwood too
And I can back a few moves
and the pipe
Young nigga rolling weed in a cigar he can light
Bang red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in
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