Lyrics:
swangin' and slabbin'
Loud music prohibited? Fuck it
Four blocks away, you still hear me comin'
Just gotta keep it player like it's game time
Vince Carter
Together match yo, we a perfect pair
Is that true Marvin? ("Yeahhhhh! Music")
Yo, to get you to bang this
Body soul-snatcher, universal language
It be
the phone with the girl
She screaming and shouting
She say she want smoke with me
I hand that shit out for free on a silver platter
Chef it up Gordon
quick while I'm pushing the written
You truly a critic, but never can hit it
I toke all the time, and nobody can get it
Nobody been living the way that
I can't hear you, say it,
Play that funky music say it, say it, say
Play that funky music, white boy it, come
that sound shake it around your mind , mind , mind
Johnny and Eddie and me and Jimmy and Jack
Are gonna do a little number on the teacher when she
ill
It makes niggas want to kill
Big up to Larell High
That's my east school coast, word
I know you gonna play this in your Eddie Bauer, word
fancy car
I said "Dopeman Dopeman" that's who I am
I got lyrics by the pound and I sell'em for grams
I don't sell crack I sell coke bitch I'm a star
Bitches be Loco
Loco for this coco
Sirens blaring, it's the popo
Snitching, that's a no-no
Yeah, we keep it on the low-low
Making these stacks
many died with the same gangsta pride that entered me
Peace to them old timers, they who taught us
How to stand strong and pass it on to the sons
and he looks like me
Little Eddie stares at the corn all day
He says, "wonder how God makes it grow that way"
They say, "watch that weird kid wase
mean and a poetry fiend
Low and behold, molded by the old shit
But motivated by patience and peace
Elated to say it, I'm glad that I made it to 22
Cause
Put the Draco barrel to your
Mouth and play dentist i just scammed a lame
Ass nigga named Derek Fisher
We got a pint of lean but she
Said she want
stay low
And watch the day go by
Reach for the stars, don’t let ‘em tell you that it ain’t no sky
Tell the devil that it ain’t gone fly
Like an eagle
happened to the love guess the streets aint the same first you gave yo squad up then threw the dirt up on my name i live it day by day knowin that my family
to understand and make Amends
Man I doubt change me
But I read it all in my defense
And refill the process that turns Some thoughts into a couple hits
Knowing
Pharoahe Monch
I had it on repeat
For that Green Piece of Paper
U Ain't Ready 4 Me
Good Times
Roll up the tree
Lick Shots
From out the chopper
Pour out
the bread she can't have lunch
My bitches like Brady fuck them by the bunch
I got these racks in the foreign I got plenty of them
The way that I count through
But I'm the best, baby, don't you know
That I would give it up for lovin' so true
Give up my records for a moment with you
Must be the music (must be
09. PREACHER MAN
(Featuring Going Home Anton DvorakMusic adapted by William Arms Fisher)Words: Debra LynMusic: Jeff Silverman(Debra Lyn MusicSESAC,
a pitcher
I DON’T HATE, that’s not efficient
NO DEBATE, like I’m a fisher
I got questions bout our friendship
I hope that it don’t offend ya
I don’t want
a pitcher
I DON’T HATE, that’s not efficient
NO DEBATE, like I’m a fisher
I got questions bout our friendship
I hope that it don’t offend ya
I don’t want
Living out my philosophy
When music is life
It's got to be a beautiful vice
Cant cop that's no cap there's no suitable price
You're high off
People depend on everyday
They make their decisions
By the records that they play, oh
Music's taken over (Say it again)
Music makes you dance
Music's
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