Lyrics:
I got a rhousand son's
Mama, you the shit, I'll pay your car note
Why you fucking with him? Even his car broke
We rocking Balmain's down
take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride,
'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind
appreciated by a powerful eye
As I understand, man is to cherish the land
As we coexist hand in hand
But as time has past
Man has created a vast
Mass
Crept on, Conan'd like the barbarian
I ain't a prince man I made some mischief
With Will that got me in brown like Harry
I'll light up your life like
of the ocean I feel in my sleep
Can't reach the surface I'm in too deep
I pray the Lord my family I keep
From being consumed by the heavy heaps
As I try to move
(Uh, yea)
(Uh, yea)
(Uhh)
Everybody got a dark side
Balancin your chi
Get you closer to the brie
Money like debris droppin slowly in the breeze
Kinda
your eyes on the prize
Keep your eyes on it
Keep your eyes on it
Got to keep your eyes on it
When you get that ball don't look at me you run in front
screams where she sons at
Tryin to hunt that, recurring dream of high stakes
The fourth largest, first artist, Brooklyn is the place
Settled by the judge
Double-Ds so you don't second guess their place in this discussion or destruction
Dependent all on your perspective
In a time and age when truth is merely
heart filled with joy
When you entered the world with your beautiful brown eyes
I lift my head to the heavens, my hands to the sky
When you saw your
Half court swishes
With my eyes close
We can book a consultation
For your rhymes bro
Sometimes i do this
As reminder
That my mind lucid
Still buying
bow down
Call me archer way I'm pullin'
Back the bow now shoot and arrow in your eye
It's fuck Gnar, but I put 'em in a
Grave just like I'm Skies
I'm
knuckles
Dried rose petals, red brown circles
Framed your eyes and stained your knuckles
And all those lonely nights down by the river
Brought me bread
down a lot
When you come around the block, brothas clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl, keep
EVERY SOUTHERN MORNING
lyrics and music by Scott Thompson
My baby's got the sunlight in her eyes
(she's my southern girl)
She got the looks that
the numbers
Son I rock the globe like I rocked your boat
I'm 'bout to tap it on your shoulder cause you got to know
Raise your hands in the air, everybody
hips
You bring your knees in tight
But it's the pelvic thrust
That really drives you insane
Let's do the time-warp again
Let's do the time-warp
Eye, Jam Master Jay
All the great hero's who have passed away
Scott Laraque, Big and Pac, Freaky Tai, Big L
All the soldiers locked down in the cell
your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By
a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind
Singin'
Mason ballin' and you know I had to hop in
And now I be droppin' bars like your new teacher's droppin' expectations
Well my time is up, now it's Trenton's
Have yourself a merry little
Whether you lean towards fake, real, large
Charlie Brown trees or somewhere in the middle
Big or subtle, keep the spirit
we
Smoke so much brothas be askin'
Why the Originoo Gunn Clappaz keep on clappin
Headz ain't ready for what my clique got in store
Cause what we
we
Smoke so much brothas be askin
Why the Originoo Gunn Clappaz keep on clappin
Headz ain't Ready for what my clique got in store
Cause what we
Discuss these keep the son in your eyes by scott wesley brown Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In