Lyrics:
know somebody who does
It's prob'ly one of your cousins or dude up the block
Dropped a couple of albums or moved up a notch
Swallow it up or I don't
the whips that ride by
I'm like spark some Ky I just fly by
Not in a white ride at night time on a black bag in the
day time when the markets on
Park your
cloth
My god more enlightened to lives lost penned as bygones by the victors of a quiet war
Little white lies ripple and define laws
No real fears
Living
Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow
Frame by frame
With two minutes that take ten years to live out
Yeah, let's do that
Telephone poles
inches, count 'em
But not many niggaz have slammin albums
X to the Z rocks consistantly
I'm "Criminal Minded" so don't fuck with me
Why? Well that's my
You numb your mind
With gloves of white and turpentine
Even the bombs and scarecrows will sing!
Sweet charity
Save me
The heavens have opened
And I'm
prowling
Just under the ocean like a great white shark
Looking up at all of the boats
Them man can't see me I'm a ghost
Remember your label keeps you
that's patient, trust me, gon' be great
I'm done with all this toxic, I'm stayin' up out the way
Don't know what ima name this, but the album on the way
I
Smokin' fcukin' fags is really really great
Chuffin on the reg, having a laugh with your mates
Cheap fags made by some bloke in Albuquerque
I'll smoke
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez
And go take about like twenty G's from Gino (Notorious)
Tell that motherfucker get this nigga next door up out
Snow, hosehead
Wha? Oh, it's the Great White North, and it's snowing
'Cause it's Christmas time
Hey, hoser
What?
Here's a quiz, quiz for Doug
treadmill anders is ons spyt
Men self covers, voel altyd fokken great want al wat regtig tel in die lewe's hoe jy lyk
In die bed teen 8 uur met 'n goeie
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
looked to the left, I looked to the right, and I was on a sea of glace like crystal
There was a great great congregation dressed in white
From every
Whuh!..
Yeah...
Whoaaaa.. (It's Friooo)
We was really outside trapping and y'all stayed in (EASTSIDE)
We was posted in the hood right by the pavement
chick in handcuffs like one time
one rhyme will beat your whole damn album
one rhyme will make me sign on the X like Malcolm
the industry is rapping
To tell the truth my music is the only hope for me
‘Cause every other thing that I have tried been fruitless
I was popping X, man, feeling like a mutant
No
so come on!
I'm ready to go
nobody can sell our soul
are you ready?
get back
go away
great god
white elephant
take my hand
and kiss me deadly tonight
so come on!
I'm ready to go
nobody can sell our soul
are you ready?
get back
go away
great god
white elephant
take ... take my hand
and kiss me
red tent
There was a great bonfire surrounded by a ring
Of red-robed figures, head raised to sing
Their low growling voices shook the teeth in my head
as a daughter of Asian parents, what's on paper still matters to your parents, no matter how old you are If we look at what's on paper, I did succeed. 10 albums
it out by the time that I'm 30
Had a dream I was in room 29, that sh** was great
With two different women, meaning 2 got ate (8)
One was 27, the other
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
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