Lyrics:
That's my true place from where I roam from,
This World is a Hell Hole. Oh Wait!! this World is Hell
Hahahaha Shit! My Bad my Mistake! Fuck
a whole bunch of kids
Ima be a better father than he ever was and I sure as hell don't need him for that because there ain't a Damn thing He could ever
to me
Looking fine through my whiskey eyes
A little lit, that's no surprise
Get there by the end of the night
I'll be here till closing time
Hell yeah,
ain't lastin'
This little town is gettin' wild as hell
Check the penitentiaries and all the jails
If they could lock us all up, that would be just
Bad Yellow thang phatty
Poking out her Daisy dukes
Make me want to go and
Break her down like an 8th of Glue
Visions of copping a hell cat
Yea the Saber
Pull up your skirt
Do it like it's ’sposed be done
Ain’t no fun if the homies can't have none
And after we get to ya, get with ya
Get through ya, stick
aight, but he ain't got it like that
Hell naw, we takin' the hood back
We in the club like it's good, in the hood and you a rat
Click clack,
know
Aye shordy hella bad no BS
Let me guess
You already got a man
And
If you don't
I'll be that
I mean that
Usually ain't wit cuffing
I'm tempted
at a skyscraper reaching into heaven
When over in the ghetto I'm livin' in hell
Just play ball or be an entertainer
'Cause niggaz like me can't read too well
peace I left some weed tucked in the flowers by the door
Bad things have found me
I guess 'em
Bad Days ain't ova
I say
Bad things have found me
I guess
it's bad, it ain't a kitsch
I'm sick of all excuses, I'm tired of the excuses
I'm sick of all the excuses and the artist that don't produces
Laytex so
sisters' walkin' on her knees
Now did the Lord say that machines ought to take place of livin'?
And what's a substitute for bread and beans? I ain't seen
please
Which one do you like, Pinball machines
They got all the bands, ACDC
You don't like that? My bad, you lead
Tell me what's good, how do you feel
oughtta take the place of livin'?
And what's a substitute for bread and beans? I ain't seen it
Do engines get rewarded for their steam?"
John Henry hid in
sisters' walkin' on her knees
Now did the Lord say that machines ought to take place of livin'?
And what's a substitute for bread and beans? I ain't seen
Is In Heaven)
[Chorus]
(On the planet) Earth, it was my place of birth
Born to be the sole controller, of the universe
Drinking with the Lord
close
Drank up in my cup yeah I'm sipping on two tones
Haters ain't ready for me 'cause I stay bad to the bone
It goes down
Hell yeah I put it down
Where
on a tree,
Gamblin' my drug money, hell yeah tee-da-lee
Cause I'm the nigga says crime do pay,
My people say they love me, they just say they hate my bad
listen
You ain't never been in my position
I ain't never had shit
So why the hell you worried how I'm livin
I'm too busy feeding my addiction
So they tell
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
I hope you get, a bad taste in your mouth when you say my name
Well that's fine by me ain't nothing changed
I'm sure you'd love to hear my sweet
on a tree,
Gamblin' my drug money, hell yeah tee-da-lee
Cause I'm the nigga says crime do pay,
My people say they love me, they just say they hate my bad
sings new lyrics when they play this one live, and they seem to be about heroin and their dead pal Kurt... Submitted by Rene
LIZZY:
I'm sin
Done
Eventually there will be hell
The future just does not look well
All fair use, it was made by myself
Just do it, put your ego on the shelf
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