Lyrics:
and "Who could roll?"
Yeah, blowin' smoke so high, s'good luck comin' down
I live that life, fakes smiles, that's when I come around (hey)
No lookin' back
Boy, you couldn't miss
With a dozen roses, such will astound you
Her refinement was beautiful, I acknowledged her attraction
In passing, driven by
Yeah, muthafuckas
It's time for the real Legion of Doom
Buddah Man, tell em we ain't havin it
[ Buddah Man ]
Yeah, silly rabbit
Fuck that shit
I think in decibels
This is the desert and you're stupid wearing leather clothes
Don't get it twisted bitch, I'm good at evil shit
Walk up in a church
Ayo they hate you when you're up
Love you when you're broke and got a little
All Shane was thinking was the
Rock inside the pipe sizzle (It's time
I’m privy to the fact of the matter
That I shatter all records for the new king
Pardon as I catapult (yeah)
Fly high, Earl Manigault
Still in
Well, it's Friday night
Let the good times roll
There's a joint down by the river
It's called Barrelhouse Joe's
If ya wanna have some fun
That's
in
So
There ain't no cat in lap of the Hermit King
Getting stroked
Find me all up in the questions eating oats
Like
How many times you say goodbye
time to backtrack
I had to drop so how the fuck I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo
drop me
Nicky back at you like star 6-9
On the grind, on ya mind and I'm runnin outta time
You know that bay bridge heart kid run through my veins
know me, dont pretend now
I'm so lonely, in my head now
You dont know me, dont pretend now
We fell off, no we ain't friends now
I been getting good this
warranties
Black Ceasar, dating top skeezers
Diplomatic legalese, no time for a Visa
They just begun, I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides to me, somethin
friends right now
You'd still be the one that got dosing
How you gonna be disappointed? Just phone him
I'm the reason you roll with 18 man to a show,
You'll never count me out
Are you good cool what does rap mean to you
I say too many Qs move right for the W
Look at me now switching flows so consciously
came with 2 keys it’s red ravioli
Loven that sound from the back mistakes it for macaroni
She give me good head like pizza wit extra pepperoni
It time
Let's do it now
Yes bowling! The sport of kings! The sport of queens!
The sport of dukes...Earls...Bos...Johns...anything that
Looks good when it's
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