Lyrics:
don't know
I thought I would figure it out by now
But I still feel like I'm scratching
The surfaces of my sound
On the road to ten thousand
Where practice
as gods
That's the dumbest shit I've ever
Heard in my motherfuckin' life
You need to set the fuck down somewhere (Ahh)
(Um, on this new album I've
Got uh
Rough hands
Dirty work
Know I'm sweating
By the stains on my shirt
Good men
In bad times
They think they own me
But this city is mine
I gotta'
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
this work together
Let's set up shop on the block now, takin over yo' tip
Even if we gotta slang dubs
Go to war because I love blood, with a Queen by
bang
Now think twice fore you speak
Here to take the crown and
I mean by any means (my shit go)
Bang, bang, bang, bang
It go hard in the street
Name
Oh, stand by me and protect that tree
From the freeway misery
The men on the highways need those jobs
We know lets put them to work planting
New trees
Yeah
Stör mig inte
De pratar ganska mycket men de rör mig inte
Mer än tio millar på en lägenhet
Min balkong är nära himlen så jag hör dig inte
understand
Never ever gonna give up
Don't give up
Stand your grounds yeah yeah
Am not gonna give up
What is main to be forever will be
We garra work and trust
an album dog, and make it bumpin’
Yeah, five times I've started over and
It's like I'm never really satisfied with where I'm at
All the work is lost,
question please.
I.B. - Ah. Wow. In your album you disrespect women by calling us hoes. Why is that?
Dres - Listen, listen, listen. Honey, ho is merely
Young body old soul you can tell when I talk
Hard work is my cologne you can smell it when I walk
In the book dropping Gems tell em come see
has to borrow but he'll never see tomorrow
If everydays the same he works so much he never leaves his office most days
They say a poor man, he's got all
School education's gone
I flushed it down the pan
I found I could not work
For people spreading dirt
They tried to box me in
To teach me how to win
I
spit spit spit spit
I'm spitting out the shit
Bit by bit by bit by bit
I'm spitting out
Spitting out the shit
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
The men who rule
prevent it from them, and they will be surrounded by that at which they used to mock
And if we give man a taste of mercy from us, and then withdraw it from
this kind of men
I swear it wasn't a dream
Looked so real, I wasn't asleep
It was friday when we meet
Cherry her name, by he taste of her clit
I was
Im going hard my og si na m do bad
I have to work my way out and make my mama proud (make my mama proud)
Naira Dï fucked ip nyem the dollar mà obu
checking to see if it's talcum or coke
I can kill you by drowning the globe
Or I can just spit inside of a hole and put an ounce in your throat
In battles
popping
Remember the baby name's we were rockin
Had that early
Since the last time I saw you No rest, Work, No stopping
Ready to drop my album when's yours
smile
I'm out this bitch
Thinking about another day
Make my ass itch
Work, work, work, work
Get this money
"Make a new album"
Bitch, GoFundMe
Tryna do,
just to get by
But still, I couldn’t catch a fly.
Going from job to job I did it all
Labouring and office work whatever was on call
But still couldn’t
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