Lyrics:
like, "The Vapors"
Who's the one you call Mr. Macho? The head honcho
Swift fist like Camacho, I got so
Much style I should be down with the Stylistics
Yeah
To all my fans
The people, who don't know..
What I been goin through
To make my, own..
Now it's time to hurt your feelings as I upsets
real
For real deal, gotta signed it on a dollar bill
Smokin' like a scholar still
She actin', College Hill, lookin' like she got a deal
Even back
thoughts before raw backwards
And that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordan Downs and Jordan down
Now, as for the crew
Well,
legendary
By the pool at the estate
Catch me by the hills
Like the heist on the way
Couple bad bitches
At the house what's goin on
Now i gotta double up
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
tone Patek Philippe's (woah-woah)
Ap bust down for my bitch, she bigger than me
Let's take the top off at the light, baby
I've just been FaceTimin'
head straight for your heart
Like a bullet in the dark
One by one, I take them down
We can run and hide, ain't goin' down without a fight
I hear them
appeal
I turn yo' head into blue 'n yellow Purple Hills
I bet you whatever that nobody beats my family
Eminem, Nelly said that he'll eat you like candy
goin' up in smoke
Goin', goin'
Sinners played, disobeyed
The word comin' down that's why we're
Goin' up in smoke and we ain't got no hope
Oh, no, no, no
rings they just blinded by the lite I get more bling slam dunk on ya head like I'm Yao Ming I just lay down this plan like I'm tiling hardwood in my spot
over my head
Goin' in over my head
All the striving
All the suffering
Maybe it was
All for nothing
Goin' in over my head
I know these streets
I
of a dollar cigar and took a puff. Says "My, ain't this purdy up here."
I says, "Earl, this hill can spill us. You better slow down or you gonna kill us. Just
parts with his parts out, and
Then he just laid his shit down
And it was great by then went to
'Ye house, played it for him, he
Was like, 'cool' wayne
don't the know the face without the scars
Without My Pain
Its never all the same
I ain't goin out without my pain
Without My Pain
It wouldn't be the same
the sheriff kicked my door down
I was sleeping in my own bed
And the mess I got caught up in
Rained hard down on my head
And they got me for possession
a traffic stop
Then sooner or later I have a knot
Got money from Bankhead to Groverland
Fuck your head back to Simpson Road
Down South fakers known for
got down with the git down for Illtown.
Figure it's the fine fanny,
I miss my mammy.
And you could ask my uncle Randy,
I'm grateful for my granny
it (The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!)
People ask, "Why do you sound so funny?"
They must be talkin' 'bout my funky nasal vocal money
I take control, no
Lord
When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?
Your bitch turned down, this shit is love
Me and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walk
We're goin
Lord
When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?
Your bitch turned down, this shit is love
Me and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walk
We're goin
my head (Damn)
Yeah we goin' straight from the club to the bed (For real)
Yeah we goin' straight from the club to the bed (I don't waste time)
Yeah we
into the)
The Wild Wild West
(When I bounce into the)
The Wild Wild West (Sisqo, Sisqo)
We're goin' straight to (The Wild Wild West)
The Wild Wild
into the)
The Wild Wild West
(When I bounce into the)
The Wild Wild West (Sisqo, Sisqo)
We're goin' straight to (The Wild Wild West)
The Wild Wild
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