Lyrics:
Who are we fooling?
Hell is hot, fire is proven
To burn for eternity, return of the student
That never learned how to live right just by how to shoot
Baby are you still down
Still down for me
Still down to take a brick
Out of town for me
Rippin' off the whole clique
Thirty rounds for me
See
Doc and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
Doc and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
Doc and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
man,
and I shouldn't be bothered by people like you."
"Is that all you have for me? One lousy quarter G? Couldn't you lend
me a nickel...?" "Get out,
or something that Iwanted to get off my chest for
a Long long time
Then I said nigga I'm gon' shoot you both
If you dont say whats on your mind
He said I hear
out
[Yeah, shoot any motherfucker that moves]
["Alright everybody..."]
This is a stick-up, everybody get face-down
Ren, gag their mouths so they
it
Hang Hollywood niggas by they Soul Train laminates
What's the difference between me and you? (What?)
About five bank accounts, three ounces
and there's alternate universe
So it's very important for me to get Hoover
Out because in an alternate universe
I am him and I have to go
And get him free
IT'S DOWN TO JUST A COUPLE,
YOU AINT FAMILY, I'M LIKE FUCK YOU!
SOMETHING TO GAIN, BUT NOTHING TO LOSE
THE FUCK IS YOU SAYING? BITCH, GIMME SOME CLUES
ordered to war
So at 3:45, which, by the way, is a quarter a to four
Somebody ask me for change for a dollar
While I spray your ass with four different
the open shore
Waiting for something
Shoot high break low
Aim high shoot low
Break high let go
Shoot high aim low
This was to be our last ride
With
Have we found the place that we're looking for
Someone shouted "open the door"
Lookout
Shoot high break low
Aim high shoot low
Feeling
a bottle of that chardonnay
I could have lied but I don't do that shit for heaven's sake
Niggas nowadays are gone like the wind
They follow every single
jewels to stunt no more, call me mineral investor
I buy shit I can pass down like all of my ancestors
Big diamonds, big gold for the whole world to see
in-stores, photo shoots, interviews
(You guys come over here!)
Check the head with the fucking reps, man
And now it's like, it's not about you and me anymore
Each character is represented by a different instrument of the synthesized
orchestra.
For instance, the part of Billy the Bird is played
by a flute,
Out and wrote that classist-ass interview
About me? You know what
They said? You know what
The billionaires told me?
I went to about three
Or four
Caves for eyes,
With a cliff for a jaw
That would go up 'n down,
And whenever it did,
He'd puff out some dust,
And hack up a boulder
(HACK!)
Hack
home
In the interviews I'm representin you makin you proud
Shoot for the stars so if you fall you land on the clouds
Jump in the crowds
Spark ya
around, you’re just not gonna let me down!”
The time went by, you never saw me cry
Traded my passions for all your expectations
And though I didn’t really
shoot
3, he says don't shoot me
4, she screams
Then a knock at the door, the guns in my hands
He opens the door, I can't believe it it's a man
Shoot him, can't shoot her, knowing if you shoot her
All of your longtime life and love is gone forever
By the time you make it up in your mind for
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