Lyrics:
a
lower middle class family with only one brother Michael whom I love
dearly. He was five years my senior. My father's nickname was Red which I
could
once again by Great Britain
This Ime Oulu along with 90 Seas Way Informer and this is the Global Hood News
Where there’s health neglect there’s no
but do I all of my stunts at ease
No I do not be Chinese
I just speak it fluently
I'm 7 feet tall when I stand on my two feet
Given I stand
the kinda brother (uh), the kinda lover (uh)
But I'm reminded of the (yeah)
Way L-O-V-E be blinded others (yeah)
But I know that I won't find another (no)
with Him. cs one of the founders of the Gospel group, “The Bullock Brothers,” my Uncle George wrote a song titled “Gather in Your Tools,” which has been
about a bitch I' ll drink that purple potion, sippin out that bottle no sprite I start slow motion
Bitch I feel like Jody cause I be rocking by my lonely
do you prolong?
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Ha, you can't handle
do you prolong?
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Ha, you can't handle
do you prolong?
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Ha, you can't handle
and or maybes
At the ? and the A-V, the O-U-R-B-A-BE
Kris, the Jungle Brothers, Tribe Called Quest, yeah they be
Down with Sha-ka-ottin, pimp or, man, they
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
even blue or red
But cross the wrong brothers and end up dead
You catch a body full of bullets and get blasted
Tryin' to be a gangsta but you just
My killers move by they self they’ll get you gone
The 4-5 in the mail when i came home
Had the racks in the safe when i came home
I can’t even go
Labrinth, come in
Ladies and Gentlemen, gathered before you are
Five of the finest word-smiths known to mankind
What you are about to witness is
black leader in America
I ain't trying to b a black leader (black leader)
To get bought by corporations and mislead the
Community, those you swore you
at the Macy's parade, she was wearing ropes
She was alone on the street, I'm not making it up
A cop came by and told her to break it up
My girl ugly too - on our
Tires deep pile a shit built in mileage
Ride with me
Ninety five high enjoy the ride
Crack the windows a little out inside
Gassed out destination Chinese
within the ground
If your brother don't hear the shots, do they even make a sound
The cops, they be lacking, detection is passing
Now they just following
playing games at the wrong times
You ain't hard for me to come by
Don't mistake me for the wrong guy
I said it right here let the song cry
I told you what
a one-25, on 25's
Them 20's on the five
My coochie rate sky rocketed
Look Ock I'm a pimp
That's why I popped ya chick
Sis' got the it, know she tryna' cop me
Go too low
Just to show
How far back up
I can go
Take this cup,
Fill it up,
Just so you don't give a fuck
Chinese food in the carpet, (damn)
It was
a one-25, on 25's
Them 20's on the five
My coochie rate sky rocketed
Look Ock I'm a pimp
That's why I popped ya chick
Sis' got the it, know she tryna' cop me
If I call you my Brother that mean you my Brother
Don't got the same Mother but There for each other
Either with niggas who solid as ever
And with
your data and when you're all set
Put it all together and whatever you get
It's new math
What's a bag of chips divided by five,
Well that's
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