Lyrics:
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
I had no other choice but go at knowledge of tray
When I got my transport, I got kind of steam G up
'cause I got cherry pet further
Now I'm feeling
Pillow fight
Video camera
Nightlight
Now we hooked up once
We've hooked up thrice
You've slept left side
And I've slept right
And we meet by
spot and we take your shit and run
Got my eye on my [?], it's just around the way
Searchin' for the dogs, no guards, so it's down to play
Judgin' by
Magic Johnson
I mmmm… time, man
I never rap to find the gas
I know the fans is kinda mad
No "Bow! Bow!" or loud sounds -
I guess my conscious timing bad
yellow, and green to keep white folks from running into each other
By the way how you gon' invent a cotton gin when you ain't picked no cotton?
If necessity
determined
By your street buzz
Back this track from this that way
Back spoke about peach fuzz (word)
That's a whole nother repertoire
Back to the matter
There once was a kid by the name of Dave
Who stayed in the mix and never ever obeyed
He paid no attention to the shit
That was taught to him
Always
an entrepreneur, that stepped in manure
Man I'm newer than a Jack I went up the hill with Jill
And Jack Jill's big bootay
We did the booty up, I told the Bitch
crash the no other way
Money all over
You juss Chase the whole of it
Money all over
You juss Chase the whole of it
Money all over
You juss Chase the whole
they don't watch their back
Told my mama, "Ain't no way I'm going sad!"
Bout to give you a thriller, no Mike Jack
Flow hitting too hard, get an ice pack
the game’s too soft
Pave the way
Rickie B
Remember the name
Yea
No need to explain it
Last night I had a bad dream
There was a new kid in the city
He was
(Javon Johnson):
So Im Driving down the street with my 4 year old nephew
He, knocking back a juice box. Me, a Snapple. today y'all, We're doing
I'm lost
I need you to call
And I don't know no other way to take away the pain
I'm 'bout to fall
I got wasted 'cause I didn't wanna deal with myself
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
throughout the country 37%
And we don't represent but-but 12% of the country
Now that's disproportionate and ain't no joke you know
It's it's not by
throughout the country 37%
And we don't represent but-but 12% of the country
Now that's disproportionate and ain't no joke you know
It's it's not by
stop make way hurry up
Here I come come come
My lyrical styles are not to ifos nos in other words
They're not soft son rocks it rigade raggamuffin say
Toufiek Johnson
Collins Khosa
This stuff fills me with hatred
The more I
We act when we hear bout cases
Should be on a daily bases
No such thing as seldom
Lone Gunman's Lament by Dan Johnson
The lone gunman walked in. His stare filled the room.
He sat down in a frail wooden chair.
Surrounded by
ya
Yo babe no time for fakin' jacks
Cuz niggas who fake jacks get laid on their backs
The streets is real can't roll without steel
I feel how I feel
Yeah, no roof on the jeep with a big old chain
Niggas left for the sniff and came back for the base
You could tell he was tripping by the look on his face
unfinished bidness
By all means necessary these bars are legendary
I father my own style Young Chuck Berry
The flow bi polar full of personality
Cactus Jack
of all the things they´d miss
But heaven had other plans for her.
She left him with one last wish.
Let there be no tears for me,
spread my ashes in
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