Lyrics:
sticking mainly to his grunts and gurgles,
But on occasion, if you listen closely, you can hear his sweet golden
Singing voice, ring out into the night,
to you
Why do stars fall down from the skies
Every time you walk by?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you
From the day that you were born
bottles of Ciroc
And bowls of red grapes members of
Meek's entourage
Old friends who he now semi-employs
For a variety of unspecific tasks
Drift in and out
ring out into the night, over the small town, of South Park.
I am gopher boy pondering reality,
I am Gopher Boy, who will buy my raspberries?
[RZA]
1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit,
fish I prayed to the Gods
And it rained on us Lunch
Dame's wanna bang on the bus now
Beauty gave me brains till I bust
But I'm feelin way out of touch
Strikin' em out like I'm throwing out pitches
Rags to riches, mountains from ditches
Time to put on in my big boy britches
Get 'em all hooked no spells no
Before she is misbehaves and she Choke me
Black raves out of blue feed me into a slaughter machine
Bit by bit her sweet speeches like honey
Enough to draw
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
peace chains and medallion
I'mma be with Neff do it by myself
I don't give a fuck i got your girl
I'll grab her breast almost grab her ass
I ain't got too
No honey
Wow! Here is your boy right now with
About 20 of his new best friends
The cops start getting out of the cars
And ready their weapons
I'm
in the fall fall when the leaves turn from green
Exes try to call, ain't no shame let it ring, yea hey
Never knew that life could be serene
the kennel wheels
Mother fucker wanna take my style
'Cause niggaz out here know I'm only fuckin' with the bonnet grills
And the haters wanna see me fall
euros out in Europe
No deal but I'm still touring
I remembered they ignored me
Flash forward their life boring
Boy I can see through you like you made out
King sick
That's my boy and he always be lit
Better get back or he pull out the stick
Then pop, pop, pop, that's when your life ends
Sending three shots
of the story, cuz the battle is the LORD's!
Grab a stone and load it into your sling
Swing it with all your might
GOLIATH MUST FALL!
Grab a stone and load it into
of us
We might have lost the whole darn place
But we were bound by the code of the Muskateers
Such golden hours were shared
By the freckled-face boy
shine
That day'll be never ever
I started out just a fan
Writing like every other kid
Grew up to be the man
Paying bills at my mother's crib
Everyday I'm
black magic rum by the handle
Visions of golden flowers on the boat
8 rings 8 hopes
Posted up like the Pope
Smoking clouds from the toke
Party hard like
Gun shots ring out over the city
And had everybody duckin' and runnin' checkin' for any
Kinda shelter 'cause them peoples, mo, they at it again
If
struggle so we jumped that hurdle
Iced out ring on my finger so bright that I got seen on tinder
By Linda
Oh see her
Gassed out like a beaver
You see
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
of the morning, thank you Lord for everything
Praise out of this mouth, I ain't leaving my house
Without the Lord by my side, I'm blessed and I'm doused
In the Holy
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