Lyrics:
victims speak in whines
And where the hardened cried
I was sent here by a three foot half-wit in a wig
I took his insults on the chin, and never did I
through the night
King sized beds, Satin sheets gettin' right
Wear you out, leave my number by the phone
In the morn', I'm gone
chorus (sung
weave,
When destroyed by the disease by thirty three degrees
Bringing Satan down to his knees
anytime that I lace mine,
Light up the stage for the homies we make shine
Sick the dogs on you, get more by the K-9!
Homies on the yard never walk in
(Do it, do it)
It was once said by Black Thought that "Things fall apart"
Knew I shouldn't have been messin' with dude's girl from start
But I pimp
walkin' tall by seven
Graduated ten a.m. got saved by eleven
I took her hand it was straight up noon
Had three kids before two
They all grew and left in
Uh! Backwards!
c'mon! c'mon! c'mon! (c'mon!)
Oh no, struck by greased lightning
F'ed by the same last name, you know what?
China ain't never givin
until it's after 3AM
And even then I don't sleep well
I stayed up late, had to be at work by eight
My boss is gonna give me hell
But if I take you home
šperk
Každý by chcel BMW
Každý by chcel by kráľ
Každý by chcel byť tam
Chceme žiť pri hviezdach (3x)
(?) to flexi
Na nohách mam fajky
Nerieši
want what you can't have
I'm a little lovesick, need rehab
Hey, I tried to take it easy
But baby, it ain't easy
Distracted by beautiful things
Oh, that
Hey Louis...
Yeah?
Is that you?
Yes yes
Oh, I'm Scatman John. Would you like to sing a song, man?
Well,sure could
Look out! 1, 2, 3, 4...
ain't tryna make it by
Half these cat's can't even see me, and they ain't even blind
Know ima be a mogul and I ain't even signed
Sayin I ain't gone
Our romance won't end on a sorrowful note,
Though by tomorrow you're gone
The song is ended, but as the songwriter wrote,
The melody lingers on.
many a rounds, I heard return fire 3% of the time
Your dogs was wives actin like girls, get feminine when handlin guns
You could run or take
about the bad ass Eazy-E
he was drinkin' whisky and gin at the age of three
listen and listen well
he's a bad Muthafu-
[Mother]
Gimmie that god damn
the road
Some are listening to 3 AM radio, screaming about
Broken hearts and white noise, busted souls, bloody noses
Get back up and stand in line, you
asked for some racks gave her three times ten
Put her right in the condo, put her in the Benz
And I did all of that, don't wanna see her again
long
I heard your man locked down now, how long he gone?
Oh dat long
How the hell he get time like that?
Three strikes with possession, aw he ain't
Know, there's danger in the lesson learned
Slow down before you crash and burn
These my day-ones I'm surrounded by
So everyone you see me with is
1: Ziggy Marley]
Woke up this morning, smile with the rising sun (Yeah-Yeah!)
Three little birds, pitched by my doorstep (Yo-Yo!)
Singing sweet
Boys ??? ???Paul Revere???
- ???Now here???s a little story I got to tell/About three bad brothers you know so well/It started way back in history/With
niggas disgrace us, they girlfriends want date us
Got different hoes, I'm pimpin' hoes, you could tell by my pay stubs
My niggas getting right, smoking
a story?
Hell yeah!
Me too!
Yes Hunnie I'm a tell you a story
About the bad ass Eazy E
He was drinkin' whiskey and gin at the age of three
Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head Game
First things first (Aftermath) The Chronic is back
This is indo, produced by Timbo
Game over; nah the N.W.A. chain
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