Lyrics:
of Long Lankin
Be sure the doors are bolted well
Lest Lankin should creep in"
Said the Lord unto his Lady as he rode away
"Beware of Long Lankin that lives
you're smiling now. OOH!
It might have been in County Down,
or in New York, in Gay Paree,
or even, London Town.
Hey! What difference does it make?
No
laugh again when they don't understand what I mean, bias
Everybody seen by us
Everybody wanna live a life like this
Man fuck that, do what's good for
said, when it said
Oh you better live your life
Live it up you can't live that twice
Don't let them hold you down you better live your life
Verse 3
The pale moon rose in it's glory
Out on the Western town
She told a sad, sad story
Of the great ship that went down
T'was the fourteenth day
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
in london
this an interruption of the subject of discussion
i don’t have any family in this country we like 4
and we don’t even live together like we
that's what she is,
And when he finally saunters back at three or four,
Don't let him in, put the chain on the door."
But of course I'd let him in
that's what she is,
And when he finally saunters back at three or four,
Don't let him in, put the chain on the door."
But of course I'd let him in
got three hoes in this two door and one just want to go bi
We just trying stay, We just trying stay live
We just trying to get by, We just want to get
sipping sizzurp
In a whole 'nother world
I went California 'Rari, yeah, Raphael Saadiq
Yeah, upper eche', yeah, London, yeah
Pimpin' bond, yeah, candy
giving man oral for £15
one Friday night she was out making moves
up and down the street in her little red shoes
stopped by a guy in a little black ride
2 Ghetto
intro
Ah grand ma use to make Alcohol and that's how we get our meals
Some times she get beaten by the police and put in jail
Warchild
I remember Richard Nixon back in '74
And the final scene at the White House door
And the staff lined up to say good-bye,
Tiny tear in his shifty
goes his mother left him on a church step
First step was out the front door then the first left
Down the block to the spots where the worst kept
Thirty
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Where
Mc-McDonald Trump
يا مجرم يا فاسد القدس تاج راسك
Shut him down!
The red face can't contain the
Rage and hate inside ya
Aching in your pride but take a major
the shoe laces are undone
Other than the nigga with the gold teeth
Tell me what's really happening in London?
They looking at me like I'm the conundrum
don't even know what I like
I just know they don't love me, I need to hold me a wife
So I can settle down and focus in life
Or I'm gonna die alone in
talk my shit until they knock on my door at three in the morn
Gun to the window like Malcolm if they want war
If they want war I got plenty in store
Pen
God and live in his plan
Grew with God now, I'm the man
Temptation, it got no chance
Read his word, daily implement
Read his word, daily implement
Old
the industrial wheel
On the waterfront
But down the dockland late at night
The fires of London burn so bright
No one cares, or sheds a tear
For those who live
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
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