Lyrics:
And the patriarchs
Is the low born English cleric who
Only played a bit part
Well he got himself whacked by
King Henry and it caused an
Almighty ruckus with the Holy
live they shits pop
Hey, hey, tick tock, this is for my hoes
Make your hips rock
Light a L, baby, let the Crys' pop
Get your tick tock from this hip
gods make it to the end
And do it like PAC do
They say I dream to big
They don't get me
Yeah I don't need permission
Don't need them to let me
And I
Hut one, hut two, two
Ready, set, go
Make these niggas get right
Or get low
Hut one, hut two, two
Ready, set, go
Make these niggas get right
rubies
Coons got me confused with silver spoons
Boy I ain't your monkey, gorilla or baboon
& I'll make it quick, form of a typhoon,
They'll find your body
a deal, look
Back to back night shifts tryna make it big
On my way to straight to the riches and I want you by my side, look
You tell me nice things
Lemme
understand yourself
Makes sense?
Anyway it's training day
You gon' learn today
Let's talk about the streets
Uhm
I can politic but uku voter nakalya yama
Na
king baby
Make you my lil special lady
Get you everything you want and everything you need baby
Ill never cheat
Ill never creep
Ill never leave baby
Yeah
You gotta have Ammunition
Plenty of it silencers rapid-fire let's get it
Just give it to homes in different locations
Just make one a little
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because he thinks he's king.
But it's hard to ride baby when you living in a fascist dream
Everybody,
Make love, don't fight,I wanna fuck tonight
Make
promise baby you'll have a good time
Cuz one day ima make it
But please don't be high maintenance
Baby getting by is all that I know
I'm just takin it one
die tomorrow
But when i die
Burry me by a Maytr
Cause If god let's me live
I gotta go harder
So This is my departure
Just remember as a king
awoken
We can’t loose our focus
We’re lost in the moment
Looking for keys to life
Baby come ride this bike
Take you to the afterlife
Let your spirit take
Two strikes on my record and a scared mind
[master p]
So I'm crazy, drive by miss daisy
Sellin' dope to all these motherfuckers and killin' babies
I
Let them know now one time
It's Mr. Lover!
Baby girl I'm gonna take you to cloud nine
Fly high, straight up!
What you say? Uh uh uh uh
I
gentleness
Dream boy makes me want to curl into his arms but not kiss
Maybe we were sisters in another life before this
We sit on a throne in the back
by the wall!
You got lots have Potential!
You decide to choose a
Wrong judgement to live a life
Wearing orange stripes like beehives?
Come on man!
You
Popped a perc, I was sad now I'm happy (yeah!)
Met my pharmacist right by the ally (Whooo)
Popo coming so please make it snappy
All of a sudden this bitch
Yes yes y'all
The best y'all, yes yes y'all
Huh, huh, huh, huh, yes y'all
If I ruled the world, was king on the throne
I'd make peace in every
get this thing started.
Only one thing left to do baby lets.
Turn Up!
Tell me what you want
this aint no time to front
We can do it all night long.
of you out there
Lemme tell ya
Well
Elvis is everywhere
Elvis is everything
Elvis is everybody
Elvis is still the king
Man o man
What I want
just some Kings Of Egypt
What if yo last name wasn't yo slave masters?
And being born with dark skin made you Royal family
Imagine every face on this
I'm no professional dancer
Baby, I ain't no Michael Jackson
But I would learn any move
Get with any groove
Just to dance with you
I'll let my
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