Lyrics:
for his scratch or his shoes
It's life in the county and the county gives plenty blues
One point for the black guys
They rolled him up, swelled
it's A.M bitch, buenos dias
Beat a nigga red and blue like the flag of South Korea
Yuh, shittin' on these niggas like I got diarrhea
They ride dick, I
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
Yeah yeah
Woah
Nothin' new with me baby I'm cool
I don't wanna sing to you if you out of tune
The blue moons
Fader covers I press news
In arenas
the Westside Connection
My nigga Deadly Threat from the L.A. Zoo
L-B-C Crew, D.P.G, West Coast finest
Here's a toast to the coast!
What have we? - a house
the room
I guess we'll both find out, album coming soon
Yeah
And by the way, I'm the best up out my city and I know I am
I woke up 4AM
Just to tell you
to swim
and i learned how to move-so
be cool
cool
harder
you want it harder
by now
i should be smarter
sure
bold and beatified
anything but blue-eyed
get
Even have it in me
They said I couldn't hang or sheer
But Perfection's guaranteed to drop
A gang of shit
So make way for the F to the L-A-P
Flow into
défunts F-D-P
J'arrive, prépare ton écrito
"J'ai faim SVP"
Le 7-5 me dit "C'est bavon"
Le 9-1 me dit "C'est cool mogo"
Ma vision du bonheur: un joli boul
Un
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
careers go up & down like eyelashes
One album deals then niggas
Dead exposed caskets split my ladies mat
(correction?) I kinda hate that
When I know we
j'casse un tour pour finir l'album
J'te termine à coups d'penalty dans la tête
Autodidacte, cultivé sans école
Besoin d'un capteur pour ouvrir la brèche
in the back seat
Go to P they don't tax me
Why my ex still trying text me
Back at this shit man I feel like the matrix
I got the choppa on me with
I don't fuck with Slobs
I'm a Locsta and fuck all oo-lah
This is a muthafuckin' see-are-I-P
Ain't no love for an S-L-O-be
[AWOL]
I'm givin' up the K
I don't fuck with Slobs
I'm a Locsta and fuck all oo-lah
This is a muthafuckin' see-are-I-P
Ain't no love for an S-L-O-be
[AWOL]
I'm givin' up the K
(Texas go hard)
Crooked I (Let's get em)
Yeah Eastside of a red L B C
Pumps in my trunk on my L T D
Sipping on that Hennessy it helps me breathe
Who's
(Texas go hard)
Crooked I (Let's get em)
Yeah Eastside of a red L B C
Pumps in my trunk on my L T D
Sipping on that Hennessy it helps me breathe
Who's
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
Piper
The P-Funk All-Stars did wear a diaper on stage
I saw them at Trenton State, it was all the rage
But don't wear a diaper, Captain Piper
Just wear my
called, Edutainer
You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label
[KRS-One]
Biddi-by-by, by
when I stashed the loot from Woopty Woop
And the same exact place Biggie Smalls got popped at
Unsolved by the boys in blue
Hundred niggas outside
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