Lyrics:
it’s so
Boring by the third day into
It and of that night
In the twenty-four hours, I
Was on the twenty-third, i turded on ‘em
And he heard a lot more
Play by the rules
Hold my mic in my hand
Sing my bedroom
And play in a basement
That's just who I am
Just who I am
Can't afford nothing new
I got
thoughts and I am walking by
On Third Street, the freakshow thrives
Santa Monica's alive, but
Something's not so right inside
Living with the news
And in theory, the hate severely making them weary
True love conquers all, big or small, short or tall
I applaud all the saints who installed all the laws
yo' fucking tooth out
What he think I'm a do if he try me?
I'm taking the whole new route
That s brain particles all over his shoulders
His arms and his
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
Tryna make nothing of something to get my attention again
Smmr 18 that bitch wilding out no reason
All that hate oh well man fuck it I need it
Look at my
passin' niggas around like a game of ball
This is my third felony plus my third strike
Man I ain't goin' home I got 25 to life.
Qu new york, you try
Chamillitary S U C mix hol up
This is the Sound of Revenge
This for all my O G Screw Heads
Rest in Peace to Fat Pat DJ Screw
Chamillitary S U C mix
Bad bitch, yeah we linkin' by three (By three)
Drink liquor and we fuck all week (All week)
Fuck with her then it's gon' be a fee (A fee)
Can't fuck
morning flights, game day lights
Jerry Rice
Flirty chicks, passin liq, plat gold mesmerized
Worthy mix, hit and quit, leave 'em paralyzed
Moan and kiss, she
California
For all you lovers out there
It’s gonna be a great day
With temperature around 30 degrees
I know
Life is different to you
First love
Can be
The new computers with
God destined you a fool for amusement
Your brain seems never been used
Or a fuse went
It's nothing but all hate for you dumb fucks
have is all that I'll give
In order to go far, I'm mining and digging deep
Minding mine, gliding by niggas in the street
All of this spawning from
the spotlight
Where they can rap or mix
Or both if they like
So get on up, don't be shy
Listen to us rhyme as time goes by
Everybody stand back and brace yourself
and told me to take my mind off that weed
Now by the third day of Christmas, my big homeboy gave to me
A whole lot of everything, and it wasn't nuthin' but
go third
Whats the word whats the word
Overload I'm over bump
Time to get this paper huh
Fetti mozzarelli, Modern day Fonzerelli
Or DMX in belly I'm
of Hearts
Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs
Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair
Outside
of Hearts
Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs
Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair
Outside
judge me, you don't know me
Please, oh yeah believe me
Yeah up to third grade it was all As
Fourth and fifth grade was the hard days
Detention
something new
Feels like they're all gone forever now
All together now something new
Rep the family, we always do, and that's
Nothing new, and that's nothing
Third Street apartment
Yeah, yeah
Nine blocks from downtown
Right by the bay
I watch all the sunsets
That end each day
I drive to the beach
And walk
broad day I'm bustin'
All my bitches be thuggin' I fuck
Them all but don't love them
Bc get a stage nigga thats
Only loving' they brotha
Murda bout that
all hysterical by now. PILATE notices BRIAN escaping.)
PILATE
You cwowd of cwacking-up cweeps. Seize him! Blow your noses and seize
him! Oh my bum.
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