Lyrics:
like my therapy
From B-I-G and Paris B, Three Times Dope, and some we'll never see and PRT
N.W.A and Eazy-E, and D-R-E was like my GPS
Without him, I
work
Like factories
Yall niggas
Are the definition of blasphemy
Cuz when yall niggas
Turned your back on me
You did it happily
But you unknowingly
Opened
Comme une encre impossible à effacer
Comme un tag à l'acide ou comme mon blaze
Gravé à la bougie sur les vitres du RER
S.n.i.p.e.r. Avec un putain
you lose your link on the chain.
You know when they block your trucks boys, by layin' on the road,
All that they are doin' is all that you have
You know when they block your trucks boys, by layin' on the road,
All that they are doin' is all that you have showed,
That you gotta strike, you
kERPLUNK!
Doublepump's only power for gutterpunks
It's harder to run the factory for Puffalumps
New kid on the block, Glock locked by Euclid
It up
And if you
stitch a bone
I'm laughin' at you niggas flippin' rules
My uncle Carl told me stick and move
It's young F.R.E.A.K. though
Got these niggas tuckin' they
Nellie
And pray it don't go to a chain or my belly
My brain will inflate go insane like R Kelly
Whatever they want you know that I'm selling
I know some
practicing
None of this shit is by accident
Life on the line like a factory
Yeah I know Elly my meal ticket
10 years down and we still with it
Love him
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
motherfuck Snoop, motherfuck Death Row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season
To let the real motherfuckin' G's in
motherfuck Snoop, motherfuck Death Row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season
To let the real motherfuckin' G's in
fuck the system, bring freedom around us ('round us)
Black or white, fight against the ones who drown us (Drown us)
New age slaves, prison factories
bumping and grinding
I feel like R. Kelly and I don't see nothing wrong
I found my comfort zone
Put a gram in a bong and I wrote another song
I'm giving
of albums sold where does their money go they ain't got not a clue at all
I don't go by the rules I got a job to do
I ain't got shit to prove y'all let them
of albums sold, where does their money go? They ain’t got not a clue at all. I don’t go by the rules, I got a job to do. I ain’t got shit to prove, y’all let
mean, so fast, so clean
It would've been with blazing speed
And had me in the beef with
The Backwards E and his Machine Gun Kelly
I put my mind first
and saddened stand-still sink
Photo albums aren't ready yet for all to see
Charred wood of wardrobes from glued candle drinks
Spellbound by the minds that cast
was to get ran through by a linebacker or a quarterback
R Kelly didn't have to tell me about your bump-n-grind and your foreplay
I found out and I
steady the ship, I capsize
Pastimes pass time and that's fine
But zips by and it's gone and that's life
I act like I'm invincible and have time
Is
it a track and this is the shit for which producers are praised? They program a beat, they smile and press play.
I’ve got poison in my veins, fire in
I'm just fowl now, can't rap with me
Trust him
I will crush them and anybody that loves them
Call me G&R, Appetite For Destruction
And that gun, also
board til I die
My eyes are pies, pizza’s part of me
Upload a slice of stuffed crust into my arteries
Factories torn down, turn to apartments
The only
To jest E R do O Znasz Mnie Ziomek
I Ty wiesz że nie mogę przestać (JWP)
To jest E R do O Znasz Mnie Ziomek
I Ty wiesz że nie mogę przestać (JWP)
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