Lyrics:
was me, my big homie Eddie
Up late making tapes, putting them out on the streets
I used to rap scratch even try to sing
Now I'm the little cat
had to stop her like a drake album ima drop her
These people be playing these games
I don’t even mess with these lames
Little boys getting small change
cold
The lands full of game and the
Creeks are full of gold
Just west of the mountains is
A town they call gibbonsville
You can sure get gold fever
You
some fun and see where this lands us at
Then spent my life til this day loving every moment we have
I, never strayed away from new found love
In fact I
shakin' (shake)
Tell them meet we by the Grand (Grand) Stand (Stand, yeah)
Follow the big truck, is a big (big) band (leh we go)
We goin' right down 'til
guarantee this
Joseph's brothers said, By Allah, indeed you know that we have not come to make mischief
In the land, and we are not thieves
Joseph's men
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used
Witnesses
Older cats mack, roll with young godz that got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from
Multiply simple logic
It's rules you can follow
If Dre ain't motivation, I don't know who is
Gift and a curse, maybe them shoes is too big
Or maybe I'm too
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word
Fantastic
Show stoppin emcees
Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket
But
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty toot toots and rummy tum tums
Santa Claus is comin' to town
hanging in the sky
I saw a big black cloud hanging in the sky
And I ask my papa when will it roll by
Oh we're standing on the edge of the world (Ooh)
from the start
Ran for the finish got detoured from the fast route by another
One spot holder hold ground for our town, N.Y.
For those who
on the line
A big shot to claim some rocks and shine
Signs of a soul gone solo
Robbed blind
A very small part of half the worlds crime
Runaway child blown by
fucks
I hate whoever you like, I think your hero sucks
I send 'em a, old-fashioned "fuck you" like middle fingers
Thrown up by little old ladies with
and vandalize any store our eyes
Land on, fuck the merchandise, it's a war outside
It's a war outside
Pride and joy
Misery lets me find you
What made the boy
But
as you can
It'll make you head feel good all inside.
So the Captain says alright
He takes himself three big tokes
Off that funny little brown weed
the Auderman empire,
For I hear by the sound of the
castanettes, we are off,
off, off, off we are off.
Off to Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-azil! a-Br-r-razil. Brazil...
Land
Multiplied by thugs in the slums
Headquarters of corruption
Sick fools with big dreams
Who skip school sub-divide you with pistols
Headquarters of corruption
big pen
Where the ducks and the geese were kept there in
Said a couple of you gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town o, town o, town o
Couple
sweets rolled
Now ask them cause the streets know, the big boss man got it locked
H-town man I'mma shout that out, till I'm up in heaven wit pimp
you ain't into that, we don't give a goddamn
Went from North California and south Alabam'
And little towns all around this land
I can skin a buck,
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