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some extra
Shit, because you just can't walk
In this bitch and say
"I want to see Dwayne Carter"
It's lock-in, so push-ups, Bible
Prayer, slow jams
studded with bright stars, like an endless flock of glowing fishes in a dark ocean. All the dust had settled and the air was so clear that one could see
now peep how it's mixed in
The beef is now sickenin', everybody got paper
Words of power, because of it, the cops hate ya
The government watchin' all
now peep how it's mixed in
The beef is now sickenin', everybody got paper
Words of power, because of it, the cops hate ya
The government watchin' all
Phenomenon O.C.
Big L, 0-3-9 baby
Diggin' In The Crates
Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin'
Yo, yo, yo
I'm from a place where
Westside Connection Ice Cube W.C. and Mack 10
Nigga y'all know the Westside is Bout It Bout It
It¹s the I N G L E here to trouble you, W double-oh
for the stars in my spaceship
I'm blasting off (Skrr Skrr)
That's Air Force One (Skrr Skrr)
8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 aliens that pass me by in a Purple
bitch, I'm an all-star
Alexa in my '63, I switched it with my OnStar
I fucked her in a cop car, woop, oh, Ms. Officer
Soon it leave the scale, I had
on red and sit on gray
me and Ron C blow on hay
I'm playa made on razorblades
all my clothes are tailor-made
I pour a 4 in Gatorade
watch me lean in
strings too few for the eclectic design view
Use paint to measure if foundational cracks grew
Baby blue is cool by my preference is mango
More like orange
nights missing all the stars
All the sad young men drifting through the town
Drinking up the night trying not to drown
All the sad young men singing in
Grab the microphone and proceed to roar
Are y'all set, all prepared to start
Move in close cause here comes the dope part
By the way, I'm the Taste,
though we no more
Mr. Star, much love to Navi, Butcher, D-Lo, (Miss Cole)
Butcher source of Quran right now, it's all good, much love to ya!
All my
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Everybody party down to Louisiana
Everybody jam (yeh)
Everybody come and take a ride with me
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Follow
now you know
All around the world
We keep it rocki'n to the earl
So throw your hands up in the air
And let me hear you over there
C can you feel it in
is all we spit
You can't touch a star or you die
No
Don't fuck with us my nigga
We don't play that
These H-town niggas just spray that
Then lay back
So
known
He'll make you groan, he'll make you moan,
He'll lay you prone and break your bones
Blue Cyclone
I woke up in a hospital bed,
Stars
By 10 am we were getting on the turnpike
Headed for the Cotton Bowl
It was a perfect summer day there in Dallas
Got Van Halen on the stereo
We were
anit going trip we going play it by ear
We I see him in person I'm seeing his fear
He shake for his life and I'm seeing his tear
I'm rapping and trapping
Nobody gonna take my head
I gonna beat my..., yeah, yeah
Ooh, I'm in heaven again
I got everything
Like an open road
All my friends and everything
drop
Then blow me like a fan
Then she say please don't stop
False prophets lie
Look up to the sky
All I see in HD and fiber optic
Five star generals 30
The streets are now filled with gore
He's the fire that will make you kneel
His electric eyes see it all
He is lighting and fire
Conceived by the stars
games like I wrote
Got em snitching by they text
And These niggas really whipped
Got my check in advance
For real what they said
Cause I'm catching
all you want to, but here is the news)
(Can't hide from yourself, you'll be singing the blues)
When we met, this time last week
Could see the look
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