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of your license plate
N-W-A."
[REFRAIN (x2)]
She was Chubb-y and
ready to Rock
Naughty By Nature and
part of my private stock and
ridin in the relax
frame
got popped while you was under your hood checkin' your oil.
Verse 2: (The Clipse)
I graduated from Eight balls to blow that's cake size
match me
tore out
When I wanna go out, red carpets get rolled out
There's a lot of you's, there's only one me
They are not confused by the wannabe
There's
introduce your old girl to your new
Yeah, we had to make it do what it do (Yeah)
I got 10 bands in my jeans
Balmain religion, not these is not True (Yeah)
job's hard, I keep (Hard Work) (Aye!)
Yeah it's hard now, but it was soft first (Gyeah!)
You know, off white, flaked-up, just pale
Chyna Whyte, oil
job's hard, I keep (Hard Work) (Aye!)
Yeah it's hard now, but it was soft first (Gyeah!)
You know, off white, flaked-up, just pale
Chyna Whyte, oil
a hoin' corn
Mommy she's rock the babies at night
And read the Bible by the coal oil light
And ever' thing would start all over come break of morn
business
Too much monkey business
For me to be in by ten
Someone talkin' to me
Tryin' to run me up a creek
Says you can buy it
C'mon try it
You can
& got your own grind
8. So fine you don't even need a Co-Sign
9. Impregnating your mind so lets prepare the soil
10. Like the name of the song "I'm all
One-two-three-four, to five-six-seven
eight, nine-ten, then ya got eleven
Twelve, thirteen, start your age;
fourteen-fifteen-sixteen, the pubic stage
stark 8, eternal is life, extremely fast
[buddha monk]
Yo, this life's full of savagery and the devil's still after me
I drink bacardi to set the mind
They say I'm two-faceded, I fucked her then said, "I ain't do it" (ooh)
I'm in the kitchen whippin' up oil, bae said, "It ain't movin'" (skrrt)
So I
raided yo spot
Confiscated yo block
N he didn't get shot
You a hoe nigga
N I remember u do u remember me
8th grade leavin skool
Walkin up (dats wats
the winter
Of the long hot summer
Somewhere in the desert
We raised the oil pressure
And waited for the weather
To get much better
For the new wind
my world anymore
Welcome to my world
Welcome to Planet X motherfucker
It used to be parks
It used to be jungle gyms
Now they just stories passed
the staph
I always had the gift of gab ailens gave me the gift of math our souls ar tied cant get them back
Theres oil by the fuckin border conspiracy theory
is the church
Ten virgins five were foolish
Who didn't have the oil in their lamps
At midnight the bridegroom called out
They didn't enter because
sound bitten single-issue congressmen
Spoon-fed by ALEC lobbyists and fossil money
Ex-governors with Russia vision
Gay frog hollerers with snake oil
getting older
By the pool there lies a goddess draped in oil and strings today
She looks about the shape and size of those I used to play
But I'm weary
to sacrifice, I'm on some other shit
Takeover the mothership, brothers get to claim the covenant
Universal lovin it, olive oil you rubbin it
Check
the chill
And he said he heard the angels singing 'Cabin on the Hill'
Through the springtime he was groaning 'The good times are past and gone'
By
(3x) Ya
cin't no lie
The Garden's been my prize
Don't fuck with them shortcuts
Passin' them all by
It don't work (2x)
Trust me I know
Let it hurt (2x
a broil
But I ain't fightin' behind no gaddamn oil
Against motherfuckas I don't know
Yo Bush! I ain't your damn hoe
The enemy is right here g, them
Oil in their soil, so the story's not complete
vultures destroy cultures that walk on bare feet
Oil in their soil, so the story remains untold
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