Lyrics:
dust
The last remnants of a Hollywood jolly slut
An oddly bunch whose weaponry is bribery
With shotty pumps held by ebony and ivory
Too violent
The two
those pianos
It's like their waiting for me
That's a lot of pianos
Can't believe my eyes
This has been here all this time
You can play it, really play it
the vendetta and change ways
cnd check brothers mind state like durag to they waves
Black boy, Black man, Black Dad
My nigga, I know you tired know you mad
noise)
Yeah! (Where you get that thang, man?) (By my side)
When you do somethin' to somebody, um (By my side)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next
got done up
Strong features; what your honey do for me?
Say you don't dick ride but you can't get off me
See my need to be the gold: I run it, man
Been
livin' for the city, takin dope from the man
Ain't nowhere to run when it's from Uncle Sam
Paris 1798430, my soul's in hiding
That's where a brotha be
control mi oni pause
cll man for himself
cll man for himself
Na why we hustle for the benz
Skeleton in my cupboard
Skeleton in there cupboard
cfose under
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man said "Cluck, I don't
[Adam Sandler]:
Hey how ya doin'? My name's Barry Lakin and I'm here with the man on the street
Quiz. This weeks's show is a doozy man, it really is.
constitute
Im sorry mah, too use to fuckin with prostitutes
Beautiful black ebony queen
Please fall for my bullshit so you'll let me in between
I mean i mean
to Melissa
Then Melissa got my number, started sendin' me pictures
In all type of different positions, man this bitch on a mission
Listen, a man is a man, gon'
can't monitor my 'xact poem
Collide wit the tiger beat, rapping raga, ebony eyes, folks see the saga
hit the gas and I spit every rap as if it's my last
You can die in the blink of an eye, so bat your eyelashes
And keep winkin' and blowin' kisses
hill
Glass eye leading the dragoons for the kill
But we outrun ‘um, outfought ‘um
By Christ we outthought ‘um,
But the Frenchman and the Port’o’gee
Got
Yo what's up? This is hip hop manifesting
As the Blastmaster KRS-One
Bringing you 60 minutes of funk
With my man Funkmaster Flex so I say
Me never
hopin they could go for a ride
Get a lady by my side, when we puff La
If a nigga try me, shit, rather die
She said her favorite song was, Ebony and I
hopin they could go for a ride
Get a lady by my side, when we puff La
If a nigga try me, shit, rather die
She said her favorite song was, Ebony and I
my dutch while
I focus on legacy I'm making some gas I'm learning to better me
I got pyscho tendencies but I'll let it pass to get me an ebony
I'm
Shelter
The curves of my shells
Mottle the hunter of ophidian sparks
The refuge of my eyes
Reclusion violated by the vile profane
Flight, price for my
myself why can't I
Dye my hair and bleach my eyes to gain piece of mind
Watchin through window
cs the pretty's go by
cnd always wondered
Was I worth it
I
the beef
Only left my Mumsy stressed
On my life you tried your best
Young boys in a London town
Everyday feels like a test
If I don't think about my man
Shit man I’m hungry
My dawg, let’s go eat sum man
Let’s go to my crib
I got plenty of things
Sauce homie, let’s go
Heyy I got Sharon ,I got Rachel,
up
I'm ready like my kicks laced up
Got a bundle gaining interest
Confused by my numbers like I gave my lat long
I ain't hard to find
Somewhere
see you're body I wanna see it baby lets get it crackin
Mommy you gotta take you're time with bizzy seen it in yo eyes
How you want me my baby
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