Lyrics:
to break down
Because only the strong survive
Hope is a dangerous thing
It can drive a man insane
And cut out his heart with the pain
Toting all of the shame
day that would chill the heart of any man
It would teach them not to drink a drop
While the steering wheel's in their hand
This awful accident
We gon celebrate it
We gon celebrate it oh
Check check check check
You already know what it is pryme the muthafucking dj
Man ya babymomma favorite
reality
See, I was grindin' out my trunk, I feel like Master P
Pourin' up for them real niggas
Roll one up for them real niggas
Dope boy dreams, sip out
feel no sorrow
I'm just a runaway
I'm just a runaway
Run away
The whip that I'm drivin my nigga just stole it so
Run away
Them niggas you with man I
public
Flintstone footing it,
To my show, booking it
Rowling like a boat
Better read up on the GOAT
This that boy that you couldn't get,
Couldn't even
But really they out to do you in
You know what I'm saying?
I feel ya
Fuck all them haters, man
Let's break these boys off
Who gone be true? Do you know?
You on the internet and shit
And uh these motherfuckers
Be posting videos of songs like: "Uh, oh
Uh, this the motherfucking blame
It on the throne
getting dissed by a white boy Think my gun a pedophile, cause it only hits
Boys
She told me to put it in, bitch said she don't Like toys
Think the glocky
by,"Yo,don't act
Cold-blooded,'cause it just ain't
Fair to kick a man when he's down"
'Cause,He is somebody
Like I am somebody
You are somebody
Like I am
Then I go and
Buy it buy the pound
Sell it by the O
Smoking that good shit from the Cali west coast
She be smoking my shit and she feel it in her throat
fate but I feel like
It ain't coming to a nigga
Every other day, my little boy sick
But I'm getting strong every time
I see him smile
I don't give a fuck
we get each other
Moments feel like sci-fi
Boy you get me right away
Losing track of timelines
Ooo the way it fly away
I work in the morning and it's
It's 448 grams, it's 448 grams
It's 448 grams
In a pound, bust it down, split it all with my mans
We grew up off of hand to hands, dawg, we ain't
not
It was no locks
Man I couldn't ball
I was so bald
Robocop
I was Mr. Clean
Now I'm Mr. T
But a different team
F & F rules
Call me F.I.
From the west
Oh won't you save me I
Feel like I'm
Going down
I don't think
This time I
Will try to make it out alive
Most of the time I don't seem to understand
that you couldn't love another
I can't help it, you're my kind of man
Wanted and adored by attractive women
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that you couldn't love another
I can't help it, you're my kind of man
Wanted and adored by attractive women
Bountiful selection at your discretion
herbs
Now I think you feel me
I freaks it, cause yo like my pimp stroll is cool
When I creeps up the sweet and jeeps blast
Tools rule the area, yo these
what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, leave
a Harley in heat
When I strut down the street, I could feel its heart beat
The sisters fell back and said, "Don't that man look pretty"
The cripple
a Harley in heat
When I strut down the street, I could feel its heart beat
The sisters fell back and said, "Don't that man look pretty"
The cripple
boy, my crew like the modern day Newsboys
Even though at times we feel like a chew toy
Team going up, G0nz0 and I got 2ru Joy
If you can't run with man
Hey what you know
Outside of the beastie boys show
Saw that kid that tried to get with me
He said by the way where ya been
Are you still wit that
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