Lyrics:
spittin', uh
Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde haired honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black thugs
stop from coming back, can't stop from leaving you
Can't stop from being me, can't stop from being true
Back to back, we falling up like Black Eyed Peas
the old man down,
He never doubted that the rumor was real.
But there the old man stood by the store front,
With his white cane hanging from his belt.
to
Make the same mistakes
Cause history repeats itself
If u let it find it's way
That's why I gotta get it
By any means, on any day
That's why I leave
the
Animal that cannot get rid of
It's fears and when
So many of them lay inside of us
These fears tend to color how we view the
World we shift from feeling
Ode’ from a sailor’s heart
Ocean water cerulean blue
Swim fast to get to you
On the waves, I smell her fragrance
Salty spray for your lost caves
I,
and a dream
And I abide great idiot box power supply, fuzz vapor,
Black out of New York, hey honey, get the generator
I'm in a doom, doom generation, pacin',
And doowhatwelike, yeah, and doowhatwelike.
From a pink-skinned yankee, to a blue black southerner,
Ditch digger or a governor,
Just doowutchyalike,
And doowhatwelike, yeah, and doowhatwelike.
From a pink-skinned yankee, to a blue black southerner,
Ditch digger or a governor,
Just doowutchyalike,
the love)
Where's the love when a child gets murdered
Or a cop gets knocked down
Black lives not now
Everybody matter to me
All races, y'all don't like what
"by the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend
the house Without my chrome Bitch its a
Warzone
Up from my hip and then i let it blow He need some quarterzone
Ayy
Blow on who lor nigga imma drift off
eyed peas yeah imma be
Dancing like I'm Billie Jean
Stay alive like a Bee Gee
Pull up in a gran marquis
Lights all out like I'm shady
Eminem and Kanye
from me, let's not be at odds
We're more like than not, 2 peas of a pod
Same hustle, 'cept my hustle now flows
I once gave it away, at 30 grams a O
themselves a two-bedroom apartment
Great statement, without delayment, away and went
Saved to get a house on one of them low down payments
But
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
you, Nathan, for fetching me this glass of water from the well. It always goes down smooth.
NATHAN:
Let’s get back to the story, Uncle Walter!
UNCLE
food that
Is really really trash
I'm just really hungry, this shit is garbage
Live performance of PILOT
I recorded Cherry Bomb in
Random houses
a world where black lives Still
Don't matter, I'm way past thirty-nine
But I digress and rewind as I position my birth against and alongside several
find that key
But the kid stay dope like the "Black Eyed Peas"
And Fuck them niggas that wait and see
They my fuckin enemy
Cause The same niggas that
is to see Parazitii on CD
At low prices next to Black Eyed Peas
Fuck money, fuck tax fees
We throw shit on everybody from the nineties
Like this -
We
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
boy, you don't want them problems
At your house, woods surrounded by them choppers
I'm by myself, you tried to get me with your partner
You ain't know
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