Lyrics:
France, a century, seventeen
Salute Toussaint and Dessalines
And I do love France, know what I mean?
It's the system I'm talkin', nobody's agreein'
They
drop no dollars, but he do drop bombs
R.I.P. Tay cause he died in the storm, fuck president (Georgia) Bush
See us in ya city man, give us a pound
my old lady got the tweakers ,tweakers
And she love when I beat her with that b-12, and watch it swell
Making my paper on the streets, ugh
didn't think I'd make it out
Once again saved by the love of my auntie house
First time in my life I witnessed a Versace couch
She make the struggle look
Mrs. Jones' perm
I gotta "Hey, love" all the honies 'cause they're short term
Tallyin' the score I'm for the shottie in the jacket
For the brother,
murdered by George Zimmerman
Boy, how do we feel?
How do we feel lately?
This kid was 15 years old being followed by a grown man with a gun
We were very
all
Where I got my start
Where they still love Jesus, by God
And know George Strait songs by heart, yeah
I like the working blue crowd
Kinda
Especially a specialist
Man you know what the method is
3rd verse
Nigga I was California dreamin
Dreamin California
But ain't no parties in LA
Without
on
KID from the old school
88 fade
Press PLAY
I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One
who be after me
No one's better at writing songs
I'm the Hip-hop Messi
The savior of Rap Music
And i was saved by Jesus
Him and God only one above me
know y’all love it tho
I got so comfortable
Wit being uncomfortable
As far as luck goes
Who the fuck knows
If I fall off
I gave my all dawg
and a little old George Jones
Man when she says these words it really puts me in the zone
She says drive a little faster then i ask her
What shes doing later
the puppeteer (Heh)
Trump’s gone, but I’m still here
Cotton thread twisted with American sin
New marionettes pulled by the same old strings
The Hollow Men
have been presented to the court at a time
When we have no budget for human rights
That's alright, your honor, I'm used to the treatment by everybody I
the moons of Pluto, back down to earth
Ladies and gentleman, one more time, give it up for
The Old Dirty Doggy, I mean, the Ol' Dirty Bastard
I love
old man lies.
But you know that old man that no one loves, he died this morning
The whole town was shocked by all those big long limozines
And all
fuck with paigons we don't fuck with no hoe
On my grind I could do this alone
On my jones
yeah yeah
On my jones
yeah
On my Jones on my Jones how I
Weaving my thread through the way to your heart
No I’d never let you down girl you know you never get too far
She my peanut butter sweet take you by the jam
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
Jays to control a sound
But D-Nice, you're gonna make the party live
[D-Nice]
Bust it, yo
I love to diss whores, I love to do tours
Makin
passes out and she forgot how she got there
Man, ain't you ever seen that one movie Kids?
No, but I seen the porno with Sun Doobiest
Shit, you wanna get
old news, old news
City in a spiral we got nothing left to lose
Nothing ever changes here and nothing here is new
Beautiful women what I love to see
Whattup people
This is NOE, Baltimore Beast man
Dipset, Byrdgang
Jim Jones, waddup, Max B, Jha, waddup
It's not a game man
I feel like man, I had
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