Lyrics:
rappin' on the album of the century
They the thugs that got it before these trues make moves
And history, strictly on a mission to have a good time
And, oh no, it's not violent when under the Christmas tree there's a look-alike gun
But, yes, of course it's violent to have an album like KRS-One
By
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Yeah! Aight Bigg Dogg
It's 'bout that time
You got a cup or bottle or blunt in your hand
Follow directions please
Let's, go!
Put 'em
good times
And we drank brews
We shot booze
Both got ladies
And broke the rules
Whether I snooze my squeeze
Clean my slate
And like a dog should
them all in a list
Nigga gotta wait for the time when they miss
Nigga getting high with this shit
Ama let them out by the time
I release
Nigga that's
time no hear, man, what's up?
[James A. Smith]
Say man
People been kicking around a lot of hoe shit in my ears
[Too Black Records representative]
Kells make it hurt at the same time feel good!
Label me a bad boy, true but I; m damn good
I'm rich as hell but I'm straight up out the damn hood
F**k
riding's at an all time high
Just by the watches I buy and the juice that I fly
Like I'm up, like I'm stuck in the sky
I came up robbin', starvin', Sun
to stay on top my game there ain't no time to lose
Four albums deep as a Quester but still we payin' dues
So hear me out one time, you gots to be yourself
whole
Like ain't no stopping us now
McFad and White, 'cause I've been on a roll
When it's time to hang it up, I'ma make honor roll
You gotta say some
Now everybody serenade the new faith of Kendrick Lamar
This is king Kendrick Lamar
King Kendrick and I meant it, my point intended is raw
Fix your
on lean call it codein, Alpine system with the
Fo' fifteens
Boom-boom ta-da-ta-da, surround by sound it's clean-
Clean
Freestyle King big bezeltyne,
turn back the hands of time
I would if I could but what if it did more bad than good
If I could turn back the hands of time
I'd just leave it alone
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
I woke up out that coma 2001
'bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents: Nigga Witta Attitude,
Was the money good?, Was em bitches bad? Was them fuckin' good?
Did your hood show you love?, did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you're
(yo)
Jokers at the top know the king
Is nothin' to play with (yo)
9 to 5 money is just as
Sweet as the grave shift (yo)
El presidenté, Blobama, blow by
not a mistake
Timings off If I must say
Running on double time
This is a double play
Wasn't good at sports
Back in the day
How ironic still when it
But ain't no pity on my enemies, we still the realest
Let the games begin, I never die but I multiply
Buggin when the cops roll by, I'm still alive
to my husband, by the king.
The last time I remember seeing my ring was
before I took a bath today.
Arjun remained speechless,
without knowing what to do.
the sharks, King's of the deep sea
I roll Deep, Kings roll deep
Up all night cause brother, Kings don't sleep
No rest, No siesta
I just re-stock with no time
the other side, fuck them tricks (fuck them)
Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (Notorious)
All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes
Raw
until that seat recline
Don't know the last time I slept hope I ain't dreaming now
Go head and roll it up we getting higher
My plugs consistent kno they
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