Lyrics:
mashed up on the glass, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga coming down with blue and purple
Coming down with the 5th in the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much
I'm from, now
This album 2 but this song was written before the first
My mind racing, I'm sick of pacing, I feel the thirst
Of those around me that
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
a damn!
[Chorus]
You might see my on your t.v, but honey, that don't mean a thing,
You see, I'm still that same 'ol country boy, and that's all I
All I ask for the truth and the loot
Provide what's on the rider
Give me gas for the coupe
The dash sixty-five
The sound so alive
The loud in
All I ask for the truth and the loot
Provide what's on the rider
Give me gas for the coupe
The dash sixty-five
The sound so alive
The loud in
that it is some ol' real niggaz
Chorus: Cee-Lo (repeat 2X)
Whether you slang 'caine, or you gang-bang
or work a nine to five, just tryin
tig-ol-bitties
Before you go and pop that bottom baby
Before you go and get butt naked baby
I know you gotta little baggage baby
Never mind I'mma look past
Veulent un coup de snip'
On a une longueur d'avance allez goodbye
Sobre, sobre
Simple, simple
On t'emméne dans notre monde alez grimpe
9.5 tu sais
really that simple shit get harder by the week
I’m keeping at it coz I wanna see me eat, dawg.
Cop me a new crib, dawg.
Get my momma rich , dawg.
She ain’t
kinda simple, so don't be amazed
It ain't no secret it's the way I was raised
Got much props from my pops cause he never stops
Bein a father to his
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I
I really don't know how to put into words, um
Be able to this and be able to make music and
This is the end of album number five and
Fifteen years
I got to give
I'm a ghetto nigga dog so I get it how I live
Got money, lock 'em off, fuckers still I got drama
Got two strike dog and five baby
sure
But that was my, that's who I had in mind
Boom
But so, how did the album come about?
Aight, so check it out, this is how it came about
I had
the rhythm I'm lending
The message I'm sending from London to Linley
Girls are given a chance to get ya all pampered
Leave them ol' cramps in your pants
spirit and mind
Still fighting for our spirit and mind
We can't stop fighting for our spirit and mind
Multiple stab wounds sticin' thru in the ol
invented mines
Yeah, new chores, got some bread in mind
I want the new Rollie, but the simple kind
Oh, you wanna fight me? You can get in line
The way I
quiker then a {O.G.}
Ferrari and Charli and Jody move like a {O.G.}
Ol' Wizzy and Ronnie is gettin money like a {O.G.}
V-I-T-A and PJ's a {O.G.}
All
bet you gne make the t.v.
Leave you up in the parking lot fuck it niqqa you gne see me
I will not be hard to find just look for the lamaborqeeni
I
as fakes,
For those who stuck by me over time I put yours over mine,
Don't have to speak your names you know my mind,
In this simple game of respect it's
fins
You got all the bread nigga, put up yo Benz
Nah-nah, can't do that - Why not? Ol skool trophy
somethin I done worked too hard fo, nigga quote me
facts
But you know we don't want fags
I don't even know what I'm gonna say next
All I know is I'm getting distracted by a sext
I need to clear my mind
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