Lyrics:
livin' proof that when you real
You see the truth as it is
The hardest spirit's age
Cannot be gauged by the counting of years of years
And it don't
she love me
I told her baby I'm off that
I'm in your city my team is with me
It's all bad
Spittin dope like Bobby and Whitney brown bags
Shit a circus
I'm ridin' away
I'm runnin' away from your love
I'm feelin' the wave
I'm feeling the way of your love
Oou yea
Feelin' a way
Try not to what can I say
the scheme of things, all love
All thugs get judged by me, the king of the kings..
[Chorus: sung] w/ adlibs
...don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I
America, hahaha
We love you
How many people are proud to be citizens
Of this beautiful country of ours, the stripes and the stars
For the rights
Xzibit overlaps
Look, I'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain
stuck with a thousand street hustlers
down on they luck
Repeat felons caught up with
Get pissy or get drunk get slumped, get lit
Get geaked, or get freaked this joint's here the hit
San Brown I won't stop, this is hip hop
We make
What everybody wanna see yeah
'Cause would it be L.A without Mexicans?
It's black love, brown pride and the sets again
Pete Wilson tryna see us all
Jesus
Piece with the brown ice
(Whoa oh oh) Eatin' good: vegetarian
With the brown rice
(Ayy) Girls kissin' girls, ‘cause it's hot
Right? (Ayy) But unless
deep?) All up in that shit
I'll fuck a pussy dry 'cause I don't know how to quit
I'm 19 (say what?) so I'm a young ass man
My eyes are brown and my
Livin side by side
Dancin on these old dirt roads
Where we love to drive
We're singin' Jackson to the open blue
Just like a modern day Johnny and June
t'party hearty with de min'yature rubber mammy wit de string out de back? yow! dintcha get 'nuff 'buse fum de other bitch when why'was livin' I
Card-bo'd
will die before they born
They'll be mothers, and lovers who inspire and make songs
(But me, my skin is brown and my manner is tough,)
(Like the love I
a sawed off brown to pump
And my reputation never takin time to thank
Role models, holdin bottles, as we ride and drink
Livin right and plottin how to come
thought you was a friend, word
Oh man, can't believe that
Oh, how you do that to me?
I wouldn't leave like this
I can't do it by myself
(?) ah
Are
thought you was a friend, word
Oh man, can't believe that
Oh, how you do that to me?
I wouldn't leave like this
I can't do it by myself
(?) ah
Are
that
'Bout that, 'bout that
Bitch, I'm 'bout that (yeah)
(Maybach Music)
Livin' like a movie, Eddie Murphy checks (uh)
Holyfield crib, Eddie
Brown shit, I'mma take you higher
To stay live niggas still livin' like The Wire
A tight rope so they steppin' on that white dope
I ride with my niggas
used to never pick up, now I can call and they come
She see how I'm livin' and she think that I'm still pimpin'
Pussy, money, weed you know that's still
I was walking in Chicago
By a Wrigleyville bar
Caught a scent of your perfume
When I heard Dancing In The Dark
Now I'm just tryna get through
the scheme of things, all love
All thugs get judged by me, the king of the kings..
[Chorus: sung] w/ adlibs
...don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I
Town, the end is near
The Seven Wonders of the World are here
The evil and the good, livin' side by side
All human forms seem glorified
Put your heart
best crew Ooo
No I’m not in love girl I just met you Ooo
But I might say stupid shit just to impress you Mm
Then we fall out
Maybe we can fall out
Made
the Eurovision
In God only knows how long
My Ireland loves laughing at Ó Briain and Norton
My Ireland is sending gifs and emojis
While waiting for absolution
My
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