Lyrics:
limes of grass
Drive-bys and rags
And representin' red and blue flags
See I got fools from the ghetto
Like my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent metals
trouble when I
Start shootin' doubles
When that whiskey glass is in my hand
You better watch out
Here comes Superman
My mouth writes checks
That my tail
Ayy, I got them in a slow cooker, you heard me?
Boom, with the rooms gone, celly hole things
Rockin' glass, how I was cashed out
Now, we up in rain
T3EZ me
You will get checked just like ID
You will get wrecked just by me
Catch me in the pub, doing tai chi
No I'm not a toy, don't try me
Catch me
Apparence off inside the mirror
(But no images cast by)
No way you could be still asleep
(The glass has changed back)
But something is moving beneath you
Look
a windmill
Top down on the coast, got a wind chill
By 'em grill, big fur, nigga, Chinchill'
Tell 'em simmer down, sit down, sit still
Switch the flow like
in got bulletproof glass
Call it lawn care how I cut that grass
All white swag, but your boy ain't trash
Redneck truck when I get that bag
Put it in
We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this
fréquence qu'leurs vices
Tant d'vils projects pendant qu'les villes s'engorgent de malaises
Marionnettes à l'aise ils t'endorment
Aux manettes "big bro" sorti
was really mad
There were loons playing tunes
On inflatable balloons
There were goons with harpoons
Waiting in adjacent rooms
We were masked & we asked
limes of grass
Drive-bys and rags
And representin' red and blue flags
See I got fools from the ghetto
Like my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent metals
pour
On your glass ceiling
While your pensions getting cut.
Working for the same company since 19-90-what?
The fuck is that?
You had your dreams.
the flesh
"In the flesh"
Soul Brother supreme to catch wreck in the flesh
So check one two and a mic test
Now clear the room, I scoped you with
I was tryin' to take a nap on a dreary afternoon
But I was too distracted by the action outside my room
There were birds singing with passion some
You Never Called Back
by Tommy Boi
Staying up late chillin' in your room
Talking 'bout the future like it was me and you
You talked so big like
life through a window pane
And not long for an unfamiliar face
The skyline glows like hand blown glass
When you're stuck on the overpass
Among chaos
the light came from
Legs like a ghost, I still walk
Whole world mushed concrete, feels soft
Blinded by the cameras pop flash
I'm a big fan, shot glass? (Two,
served the whiskey
She was a big old friendly girl.
And she tried to fight her empty nights
By smilin' at the world.
And she said "Hey Bub, It's been
about are money
Down south we get are piece made by johnny
Down south we like to swang on glass
If you want to sixteen you better bring my cash
I'm
Massachusetts is a big state
But what if I saw you on the beltway
495, southbound to your place
Passed by Whittier Rehab on my way to work
So I quit
I'm the best, make a bet
Next up, who's next?
That's it, it's set
Big bang, big wreck
Faced-paced tone
Tag, you're it
Running from it
Make it so ripped
callin flame
I done already fuck we won’t talk again
Train wreck in my dutch masters got the room smokie like a car crash
See the tap folks ima haul ass
though pops said I'm worth big shit
Bet he just says that cuz I'm his kid
In the end I'll fall in a fiery pit
Most everything I've done I regret
Hearing
to the store for some more baking soda
Yo, yo, yo, get your fuckin', yo this made of glass, man
Get your big Avias off my mom's table man
The fuck is wrong
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