Lyrics:
and let's roll out)
Live it up, pour this drank in ya cup and slide on the east side wit me
(Pour up that drink and let's roll out)
Feeling ratchet well let
returns from far away
Sings a soft and silver song
Rosie is a wild dove
She flies north and she flies south
Real near by and so far out
She flies east
pretty bitches
Up and down, similar to switches
My movement, baby, let your back dip into it
Make it fluid
In and out, all around when a nigga do it
You've
cheer
Feeling the beat, it's crystal clear
We move our bodies, no time to rest
Rapping it out, we're the very best. In the wild, we groove to the sound
letting my imagination take over sometimes
These rhymes come just like nickels and dimes
And I write like a poet with a death warrant
Let it flow out like
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
know this bad ass bitch out west she stay out there by Jackson
You gotta take what you want in life it ain't no time for askin'
They'll be surprised
wild side give, don't we wanna feel some way
Why don't we park beside hills, look out as the sun gives day
Cuz my heart beats just like you, stars meet
you're with me now
Hit me now
I'm back to the Snoop shit
LBC, east side, that's the movement
Gangster music, do it, do it, I do's it
I make it rain,
That was taken over by False Information
Ighttt, let's get it
I noticed that in 2015
That any movement always had a name and a reason
So on October 19th,
would never get that far
Maybe it’ll take some time
Maybe it’ll take some time ouu uuu
Like when water falls out your eyes
Maybe it’ll take some time
Straight draped watch em scatter
I hit that fuckin quarter, its
Gone be a slaughter
We draped and dripped out
Watch I bang with my daughter
Let the top down
Straight draped watch em scatter
I hit that fuckin quarter, its
Gone be a slaughter
We draped and dripped out
Watch I bang with my daughter
Let the top down
fatigues
50,000 leagues of black, so what's up
Can we avenue slide player style ghetto walk
To the east and wild Crooklyn, New york
Creamy kid yo Smith
It never rains in southern California
It never rains in southern California
Maybe I'll take the flight out tonight
And you can pick me up about
lookin' for The crown, lookin
For the crown, yeah We're all High up in the East, stayin' on
These stages God came and got Me out the crowd, he
Snatched me
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
he could get out.
He didn't move. I got up in slow motion. I'd seen Daddy
deal with packs of wild dogs in Kentucky. Daddy was
always meaner than they
blood, I knew this was my way
Took up the blade, left those I loved
Vowed to take up arms, for heaven above
One signed by the cross, how far have we gone
fresh ass hair
style baggy out clout slick
creamy and fresh east coast to west
(Jazzy Joyce)
brooklyn
uptown
to the universal fair
old school
On land thats stole ancestors bones
In a decade ruled by tech spray
Were my crew handle that game play
This movements built off chess games
Now there's
abnormal, like you
There's privacy for a reason, Rand, it's true
So let me go out here
Far away
You don't want me anymore
OK I get it
Just let me be out here
than a man
Here I go with these questions again
I'm impressing perfection flexing a pen
My god y'all get a pen and try hard
I know I'm the best by far
the desert?
Wild, wild west hurt to the dirt
Anti-immigration against brown skin
Sounds like Brownshirts
Silenced by so called legal violence
Somebody had
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