Lyrics:
The whole world knows it's so
We're supporting a dictator who
Holds Hitler his hero
There is a war we ought to
Fight: it's the war on poverty
"With jobs for
the clouds, so high I can't come down
With D-O-double G, A-R-C, and Meechie
Yeah so much grams, vacuum sealer in the hotel
So much ass I had to hit it in
Woah, Jocko, don't expect me
To come out drinking, messing around.
Spending my time with a bunch of crazy people.
Yes, I been there before,
I
Like Bird did Weezy, and Puff with Big
Like Suge with Pac, and Cam with Jigga
I guess you never figured that it'd come to this
If they looking at you
at the corner
I'll be chilling with my beer
and you can buy me another one
to make me smile and I'll be...
Free もっと自由に
Free もっと自由に もっと
baby won't you sing it
could make a guitar fly
He could make you want to dance
He could make you want to cry
When he played
He used to run with Robert Johnson
That's how he
U don't wanna come across us
She wanna get down
Best be some boss shit
Plus top 4 the johnson
Explosion, abortion
Landed on the whore face
Wrap it
takin a walk
You can count the stars in the clear night sky
Or sit back and listen while train rolls by
Hey it's a small town
They roll
on tight
When the moment of truth finally comes
She gives me a look and she comes undone
She says, "it looks like we're lucky, someone's smilin' down"
Hit it for the south side
Hit it for the trap
Boutta hit a stang
BOAT Gang on the track
Puffing like a train
Both lanes with the Jag
I ain't never
my words cause, it's physics
That's unexplainable like God
They proof reading my shit, and can't find any errors
It's hard for them to admit that
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
Come on, Golden State done finally did it
(What made why'all think why'all could fuck with Xzibit?)
Back for more, watch me score (with what?)
With
Ayy
These niggas keep on bitin' me like tell'em give it up
I'm like what up, then it's fa fa, I'm feelin' like nuk
Ain't no playin' by the rules,
that time I was working with ah, with ah, Chick Webb's band. And
here's the right lyrics to that song. [spoken words – Lonnie Johnson]
Looking for my
planned to do her any harm
So, look here
I put her on the back of my bike
And-a we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm
I said now, overcast
the world recognize and realize I'm on the rise
Come around like Karma, save the drama and the lies
With the plan the plot it's time to strategize
I
[Intro]
I like you, Ronnie
Come here, shorty
Back it up right over here, baby
(Back it up right over here)
Right there (Yeah, slow)
Don't move
Some call me daddy cause I treat 'em like my daughter
They'll rush out my name and refer to me as Posi'
When I make love I come with like a kamikaze
I
that, can't be rung
Leaving every beat dead, 'til it can't be sung
Magic Johnson in the 4th, when it can't be won
Just ya' unsung hero
Started with
planned to do her any harm
So, look here
I put her on the back of my bike
And-a we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm
I said now, overcast
on the back of my bike
And-a we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm
I said now, overcast days never turned me on
But something about the clouds and her
Come on, Golden State done finally did it
(What made why'all think why'all could fuck with Xzibit?)
Back for more, watch me score (with what?)
With
Downtown Austin
Nineteen Ninety-Two
It's not like it is now
But maybe that was never true
In the flesh she walked
With more than a little grace
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