Lyrics:
Little brother, left field, queen's guard
Mean arm, knees bent
Two out, tow on bags
When I caught him staring down at something moving thru the grass
And we jammed out
To the world's easiest chords
First chord: all the girls stop and listen
Second chord: all the girls' tops go missing
Third chord: all
something to me girl
If I fell too low would you save something in my own world
I been going real crazy without you by my side
And I just took a shot took
doubted I would make it out my mama house
So finally got up off the couch, a nigga had to get away, get away
Find a little space, catch a vibe by myself,
Indian by origin
We have very little blood
In common basically none
But we still cooperate
And what lets us cooperate
It's because we can keep track
Now old Jack Johnson
He was the toughest man in the whole wide world,
He used walk around whoppin' people up side the head
Makin' all sorts
raise
sometimes the young is slain
To the kids in the p.j.'s black babies
brought up in this world where it's wild and crazy child of the Nile
future
and seek for your purpose
My third eye been peeping the serpents
Give you that raw with no one bleeping the curses
Underdog that bark, he just bite
Blood
There's always something you got to give up (Yeah, I know know)
If you want everything you want (But shit I don't know, I don't know)
If you want
that we need is a little loving
L O V E give me, give me something
All that we need is a little loving
A little's more than enough
Cause there's nothing
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
seven
My third eye's dominance is making my others blind
I cant see me being what they want me to be
I cant see the world as they depict it to be
But I
concentric
spheres. They give no evidence they've
heard. HE attaches importance to the
actual world there, so there is something in the music.
She were child
you by
You walk the streets at night still looking for your reason
But you don't wanna try
You swear the world has got you backed into a corner
But no
something jus ain't right/
These hatin ass ngaz jus wanna dim my light/
I wanna shine like the stars but this cant be real/
Ole hatin azz ngaz I can give
Ain't your life boring, don'tcha think?
Youp youp youp youp youp youp youp
Life is so much better
When there's some little something
To do!
Does it
not no little boy
Shop closed 'cause of the third
MotherFuck! a Big Boy
It's an Uptown thing and we bout it
Partners-n-Crime motherfuckers you
no illusion
Tinie Tempah, come in
A hundred thousand people everybody mosh pitting
I make the most of every minute that the clock give me
So
Chorus:
From what I was told niggaz say I'm a hit No Limit like Pac,
Hit Death Row and make some mon', now dance hoe
And blow, up like the world trade
now my friend
You are now my friend
As I walk through the park
On a day where the sun was bright
But the world was dark
Something wasn't quite right
No more cash rules everything around me
Mind over matter fuck your currency
All lies run the world you can't see
Third eye blinded by accessories
transferred from on
Party to the next" You got
A miserable bitch on a
Blog who writes something negative about
You, you read it, and now you're miserable
feel the shift, ey
You've been working too hard, I got the gear
Drive by let me put that work in, ey
Cos I just wanna eat something quick
And you'll be
he don't budge
That's you're third felony, I believe strike three
Remanded and stranded, to the cold steel granite
Lost to the world, your moms
.png/220px-Third_World_(Third_World_album_cover).png "Third World Don")
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