Lyrics:
can make it big, you're all that I got
From the day we were kids, to the day that we drop
It's time for us to live, it's time for us to rock
Lay out
the game begins
Girl is the princess, boy's the prince
Feeling secure from the ogre who's sitting in the playground
They've got a jingle in case they
to get the friction on
So, ladies (yeah) ladies (yeah)
If you wanna roll in my Mercedes (yeah)
Then turn around, stick it out
Even white boys got
lane and goin' the speed limit
Get out the way
And it's been a pleasure, and I'm your boy
DJ Azul
This is one of the symptoms of our phony sense
The festival was over the boys were all plannin' for a fall
The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall
The curfew had been lifted
Had a dream I couldn't understand
And but I work it out everyday
For no fun and very little pay
I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy
sayin "remember who you are"
Boy this ain't how you were brought up
You gon' head back to that rock and take the crown back from your Uncle
You gon'
by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is --
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment
But
the ladies never ever front on me
Thinkin' that you know the deal, boy, why don't you be for real
I love to rock the mic and sometimes even rock the wheels
the ladies never ever front on me
Thinkin that you know the deal, boy, why don't you be for real
I love to rock the mic, and sometimes even rock the wheels
sweat, lookin' for heat, I can't wait to face y'all
If my name's called out, y'all niggas gon' fall outta position
'Cause punk MC'ing is like snitchin'
The impostor's out, the mermaid is in
Get on the ship, fellas , the Odessey is 'bout to begin
4 boys and a girl , we came to smash it !
Ain't no gang-bang shit
what I see in him from being him
Puppy lost boy, it's harder now to get him home
Know I'm leaving by myself when the game over
Fuck a hearse y'all should
the rooms
I walked feeling optimistic and
I walked feeling doomed
I walked with some mama's boys and
I walked with some punks
I walked dressed up like
all out
Whippin the four out
Like get the dough out
Im miss crime, sick individual
Ask my peers in middle school
If you walk my way home gettin robbed
and the weapons out
Pops you told yo son to take the man route, since you’ve been gone to baby boy turned to a man now
These niggas begging put yo hands down, pops
baby can you promise cause I can promise
Ima fall through
You know there’s proof
I ain’t gotta show you
You know (know)
Your boy is on it your
and fuck these hoes, have em' waitin by the phone hopin they get chose.
All you punk ass niggas be player hatin'.
Cause I'm makin this money strait
I had a dream that I was in a mid-level rock 'n' roll band
Played every shit-home nightclub across this entire land
When I woke up I was glad to see
the boy's wings are unmade
The father can only watch as his son's strength begins to fade
Man prays to guide his children home
Teach them well before they've
lessons from the piper's son
Learn to play while the world is young
Boys and girls come out to play
The moon doth shine as bright as day
Leave your
drip we rock
Sip coke like caine and spar
Till we fall
Know all
Of the problems I stop is drama
Don't parlay in dialogue
Seal it like Navy with dogs
codeine laced
Deep graves down south
Imma clock them boys out
Opps creepin' on the route
In the ground ain't found
I'm doin this shit
I ain't gon quit
So
choice
Baby I’m I broken boy, I broke my toys
For the ones that fall inside that drink
From a broken boy to a broken heart, tell me what you think
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