Lyrics:
and the rest is a wrap, from the boom-bap to the trap
Bust like a gat
I did it for the money and I did it for the fame
Ain't nothin' wrong with that
And did
good so I'm counting all his days
If I could give my passion up for his health that be right away
I wanna call him up and say, "Hey dad we finally up"
I
Gettin' stupid ... crooked feet
A pinball on ... Scott Walker Street
Gettin' stupid ... in a bar
Not goin' home ... til the band plays "Superstar"
the length of the mall for you
Mall walker
Weekday mornings by the clock
We would meet before our walk
No reminders, no phone calls
Same spot, same
can't be workin' no regular nine to five
Only workin' for me, look
I don't got time for the function
Slavin' and never not workin', need plaques by
respect will come to you
You can hold your man, hold your man, hold your man, hold him yeah
Never get so confident there's nothin' you wanna know
Cuz 'bout
I’m a lonesome walker, babe
Ain’t no good friend by my side
I’m a lonesome walker, darlin’
Ain’t no good friend by my side
But I’m not all alone
and do it all illegal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in a regal
Uhh it feel good to ya baby bubba
You see this is for the g's and the ki's
Gettin' stupid ... crooked feet
A pinball on ... Scott Walker Street
Gettin' stupid ... in a bar
Not goin' home ... til the band plays
saw a pair of wings
That tables set but I felt good, for at last I understood
That refrain sung by John Dillon James
Well, I got my ticket for
feel good to ya Baby bubba
you see this is for the G's and the Ki's muthafucka
[Tupac]
Now follow as we Ride
muthafuck the rest
two
Feel like she got hit by a comet (bah)
Don't ask me nothin', no comment (no comment)
She wanna gag 'til she vomit (wow)
She wanna brag all about it
me feeling awkward
Hunting down peace of mind turned me to a stalker
Thank the good Lord I wasn’t born to be your daughter
And any hate I had for him
change, god ain't give me 2 good eyes for nothin
This shit forever when we up it ain't no fallin, niggas ain't die for nothin
Remember days we used
and do it all illegal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in a regal
Uhh it feel good to ya baby bubba
You see this is for the g's and the ki's
where it feels like home
I've got everything I need, and nothin' that I don't
Homegrown
Homegrown
We got a fire goin', down by the riverside
Sip
and I carry it
Burden got no axe, I hit the redial on trial for relapse
My rainbow's leakin' blood, cut by glass
She found out on the street
I'm a selfish
Bandana wrapped-wrapped 'round your head
The bandana wrapped 'round your head
For niggas that's scared
Ain't nobody triller than me
Ain't nobody
drawers and a big pair
Ain't nothin' like a bitch with some good hair
That ain't a goddamn jet, that's a new layer
Pimp, let's get it
Oh, it's just a pimp
a good day,
You've got to do a good day's work.
Chorus 1:
You've gotta dig, dig, dig, dig for your dinner,
Nothin's what you get for free.
You've
Better
Ain't nothin better
Ain't nothin better than
Ain't nothin better than knowing yourself
Ain't nothin better than feeling good
Ain't nothin
in love but I'm not now, I'm not now
Yeah, Ciroc Scott, AKA Scott Brown It's Scott Brown
You comin for me let's see what you got now
Let's see what you
ain't know nothin'
About no sexism or no classism
Ma ain't know nothin'
About bell hooks or Toni Morrison or Alice Walker
But she knew, my mama, God, knew
a special place in their heart for me
God damn, shot nothin' but the net
HBK, I'mma represent
Don't say shit nigga, just cut the check
All I wanna do is flex
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