Lyrics:
ever since I was a little kid
I knew white horses wouldn't do the trick
And forever is short-lived
You walked in with a big red pen
And signed your
Sitting on the ocean floor, feeling all insight
Diving to our big fish bowl now
Everything's alright
Swimming is all that you do for fun
The creator (I praise)
The originator of this style (It's a shame)
Accept no immitations
Kanye To-The (The days)
With The Teriyaki Boyz (I pray)
Big Money
He got a pocket of old dirty dollar bills
He buys his boys a round, they toast it up, they shoot it down
They're gettin' stared at by some off duty
know that the Double X L hit 'em
Double X L spittin, Double X L listen
Tune in to my Double X L mission
Double X L through it, Double X L do it
I'm
Louisiana, little Bessie, girl that I once knew
She told me just to come on by, if there's anything she could do
Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I
DJ Stevie J (We gon' get to it nigga)
Real niggas (by any means necessary)
Rich niggas (We were born like this)
Fly shit
I be on some fly nigga
You were never broken by ordinary things
You kept holding out for the big mistake
I was fragile, too scared and delicate
You kept trying, I'm
and mayonnaise
You said this town's too big for our hearts
You can't tell where it ends or starts
Oh Julie, the future could be so bright
Oh Julie,
of the pouring rain, to face another pain
Why you so afraid of the other side?
It's just a big parade, it's people on display
If one should stumble imagine what
living my life
Only the strong will survive
Tell me what it takes to be the big boss
Put the pieces all together like a jigsaw
I'm on a different level I
ratted on Craig, Boo, Steel, and Avin Miller
We professionals now, young entrepreneurs
So you know them fuck feds out to do us
Conspiracy a muthafucka, my
Don't you know it - we feel ashamed but won't show it
Is the difference I take my chance and you blow it ?
I do believe in the power of choice
But through
want me to beat it
She a baddie and shorty conceited
I told her I love her but, I do not mean it
(Glah-glah, boom)
I be geekin', I only see red she like
that, you ain't on that
I got the big ting, cool like the long back
You want a problem? Ayo I got that
I've got the G2 stashed in the Bombat
Yeah, tell
I used to hit the booth with my line kicking
If I hit the other side
that's fried chicken
Gotta get him by himself
They won’t grind with him
Till
ain't ever do war with a bitch, only straight facts
I haven't fumbled fuckin' competition, nigga, run me, we'll see what it's like
Pussy boys wanna talk
City and Eastside bishops got it goin' on.
With the M.G.'s, Queen street, V.N.G's ain't no stoppin' the
Village town, Eastside pain, Crenshaw mafia.
It sure is big enough to charm,
No one will notice ? na na na na na na ooh ? the battery?s on strike
Ooh, he?s not sad, check out his mouth?s
Going
of the withered in their mouths
Because it is no big deal
Hey, what else is there to do
But set your sight on something and pull your tangles through
Oh I would
called up
The shit I spit how shit get caught up
Get rid of mycrow bar before a person 14-5
The shit niggaz gotta do try 2 get high
As time fly by so
Better give that to me, yeah
You don't want it, then I don't need no help, yeah
I do it by myself, yeah
You can't hold me and I don't need a break, yeah
check it
40 to a pig's head, get in the crib
Hit the lamp post, and took a 40 yard piss
So sit twice, that's good
Can't keep my cock out, turn the boogie
Let's hear it for the sharp and slick
big hearted guitar man, London Mick
Come on DJ play my fix
some rock and roll by London Mick
I first met him
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