Lyrics:
cruisin' in the slow lane
Brothers in the fast lane seem to have no brain
He's in the cocaine white Maserati
With the big engine and the kitted out body
make it pop
Cooking tryna' make it lock
I'm tryna' eat fast but I ain't mix a lot
And I ain't imitating Pac
Doing impressions of Big
I'm the greatest
even deader
There's a little folk singer who has run out of chords
Like a big bad lion who has lost its roar
Coming in like a lamb-chop
At which
of Partisans from… on each of those posts, those lampposts. There was a big sign, a big painting up on the wall, I think it was like a poster, just down by where
me is alright
That Condom gimmick is fittin' for your type
Judgin' by what your past
Battle rapport like
You've been playin' it safe your whole life
The magic is black
Backyard happy and fertile
For Kasso the acid king of the black circle
Same year Bowie dropped, two horns hatched and matured
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
you become a battle boss
It’s like newfound fame
I’m taking care of him
Like Maryland, I gotta tear a pin (Terrapin)
Big blade, they gon’ pull that baby
hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right
For settin traps little accident murderer
And I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisonous gats attack
rather think our river better have another bottom
When they let their monkey see the lion of the Rey-Jai
Mother have but a name by natural hiss up from
soldier, timeless, through and through
I?m a horse soldier, eternal, through and through
I's with Custer and the 7th in ?76 or ?77
Scalped at Little Big
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
the white horse, but toot my own horn
Sleep
You've been shedding too much light, lu (dumb it down)
You make'em wanna do right, lu (dumb it down)
They're
"Big
I wanna battle ya!
I think I could burn ya!" from where, Attica?
Look at you
You're shaking like a pair of dice!
And when I rip ya, rob ya
Roast ya
"HEY WHERES THE BEEF? I don't
Think there's anybody back there"
I got the whole Force after me cause i be out
All night, hard white, makin
Door
a piano we play the whites more than we play the blacks
Enough of that today I came to entertain with bars
Safe to say I went bananas and my shit still
oblivion, missing the clues
Fooled by this white washed tradition
Refrain from these chains in your mind
Take a little time just to recognize
You're stuck in
Nation
2Max and the Visionary Crew
My nigga Flyintastic
E White in the White House
Fo life? My nigga Mitch is slick
From the big ass game, San Diegan
Bella
and white
Just like them shits that Shaq owns
Call me big Cialis, if she stalk then switch my address
Give Viagara dick, diagonal, lick her walls and it's
The same thing that make you laugh
You gon' cry from
Laugh now, cry later but your time will come
And if you live by the gun
You could die from one
Seasons greetings from the two of the best
Of the greatest from the West of cfrica
Yes iya
Ghana
Ras Menstruation
Big up Ras Clart
Wa guan?
Ha ha ha
snort the white horse
But toot my own horn
You been shedding too much light Lu
(Dumb it down)
You're makin' 'em wanna do right Lu
(Dumb it down)
They're
Internal battle loosing steam lowering your self esteem
Hanging on by a thread alone at the edge of a cliff
Something about your present moment doesn't feel
meaning or structure
They asked me to shoot, I do it, I have no character
Homegirl got a nice little turd cutter on her
Put a bag over his head and send
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