Lyrics:
you by your neck
And give your neck a tongue lash
I need a woman that's compatible with this man
I want a woman who can wear lingerie and keep
my medicine
I get paid in full before the contract, ain't no more backends, yeah, yeah
Yeah, three golden rulers, seven amendments, five Cubans, five
with the motherfuckin' microphone
Plugging in my soul
I'm a renegade riot getting out of control
I'm 'a keep it alive and continue to be
Flying like
with the motherfuckin' microphone
Plugging in my soul
I'm a renegade riot getting out of control
I'm 'a keep it alive and continue to be
Flying like
pie
整个世界铺满人饼
The whole world is covered with man pies
一辆汽车
One car
两辆汽车
Two cars
三辆四辆汽车
Three and four cars
五辆汽车
Five cars
六辆汽车
Six Cars
七辆八辆汽车
Seven
Now, here's a little story I've got to tell about
Three bad brothers you know so well
It started way back in history with
J-Toth, Davey and folk
English is the most widely spoken language
In the history of the planet
One out of every seven human beings
Can speak or read it
Half the world's
to eat, know what I'm sayin'?
Just trying to eat, y'all
Everybody gotta eat, man
God is great, man, 7-3 and 12 jewels
Fake niggas? We got a lot of fake
Do the movie in da' summer
I'ma sit and watch the stop
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, times ten
That'a be a hundred nigga
By three letters like a game in a arcade
Multiplayers we can all play
On the same team
Find souls get 'em all saved
Hallelujah we can all praise
Act
settles in
I may never have this one chance again
Not even in a toxic sense
More like shit, man
Sooner than later, this world gon' end
So I'd rather not
We're in the age of supermen
The world was ruled by the Fab Four
For seven glorious years or more
Never again see their like for sure
So many classics
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P with hoes around me
Man now give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that
on my way (way); let me stop by the store
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7, need a natural graze road
I'm
everything's real in the field (uh, yeah)
And what you can't have now, leave in your will
But don't knock me for tryin' to bury
Seven zeros, over in Rio de
says rejoice
So no tears should fall
You gonna worship The Lord
Or you gonna complain
Either you go by The Spirit
Or those thoughts in ya brain
That everything that they dealt with had me in mind
As a human being, as a man
But not as a slave or three fifths human
I have the right to bear arms
Just one look at you, I've got contact
Can I get a pull of that
Girl, your shit is the chronic
'Cause I can tell by the way you roll it up
Make
see, I never took a knee
Or coped a cop to plea
I'm inchin' for yards i'm down by three
This shit all for my G
This shit all so you can see what's in me
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
a seven in the face but a ten in the ass
And she even look better by the end of my glass (damn)
See, I just walked in fresher than the Certs off in this
a seven in the face but a ten in the ass
And she even look better by the end of my glass (damn)
See, I just walked in fresher than the Certs off in this
always feel your hurt
I found a note in your room
From
A person
Saying it's okay to do it
That
She'll do it too
She knew
You were going to do it
Three days
Mary Jane
Forever be my side girl
Switching in an outta lanes
Always in my head and consuming my pain
Taste your fume
Baby you never leave me a stray
But
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