Lyrics:
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
Tryin' to get my niggas in the den he walked by
Hold his stoony up
Hole in his "Chest" like Cody "Nutt"
Smoking his cess, he blow it up
As if schemed
I got the new 'Face tape I'm about to, pop in the deck for you niggas
Turn up your radios
You're down and out, money funny, you hustle and die
Don't even go to a movie show
If you're not by my side,
I stay home by my radio,
But I'm satisfied!
All my flirtin' days are gone,
On the level
Don't even go to a movie show
If you're not by my side,
I stay home by my radio,
But I'm satisfied!
All my flirtin' days are gone,
On the level
Don't even go to a movie show
If you're not by my side,
I stay home by my radio,
But I'm satisfied!
All my flirtin' days are gone,
On the level
alone knock-a
A clock on my chest proves I don't fess
I'm a clock-a, rock-a rockin' wit-da-rest
Flavor in da house by chuck-d's side
Chuck got da
Don't even go to a movie show
If you're not by my side,
I stay home by my radio,
But I'm satisfied!
All my flirtin' days are gone,
On the level
the Casbah
The Shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah, rock the Casbah
By order of the prophet
We'll ban that boogie sound
Degenerate the faithful
that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happened
D-12 though, y'all better quit actin' like that wadn't my man too
Like I was tryna
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
be said in American headlines
Kennedy stretched and smiled
And got double crossed by lowlife goons and agents
Rich bankers with criminal connections
niggas close to heart
Who was a friend is now a ghost in the dark
Cold part about it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
Tryna floss on him, blind to a broken
rock the Casbah
The Shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah, rock the Casbah
By order of the prophet
We'll ban that boogie sound
Degenerate
We're lying by the orange sky
Two million miles across the land
Scattered to the highest high
Expect they'll either laugh or cry
No sex, no
of Chi where death is
Top floor of the view alone will leave you breathless
Try to catch it, it's kinda hard
Getting choked by detectives yeah, yeah,
house, it's straight up the road
And I was the man of the house, the oldest
So my shoulders carried the weight of the load
Then Nate got taken away by
Jack, he is a banker
Jane, she is a clerk
And the both of them are saving up their money
Then they come home from work
Sittin' by the fire
Radio just
had to pay my price
The things I did not know at first
I learned by doin' twice
Ah, but still they come to haunt me
Still they want their say
So
Out of sight
The lights are getting brighter
The radio is moaning
Calling to the dogs
There are still a few animals
Left out in the yard
But it's
Turn the radio up
It's time to get down
Feeling high on the hopes in the wind
Your first lover to love and the lightning above
Taking off to where
here with me got that smoke
Every girl in here gotta look me up and down
All on Instagram, cake by the pound
Circulate the image every time I come
Out of sight
The lights are getting brighter
The radio is moaning
Calling to the dogs
There are still a few animals
Left out in the yard
But it's
No one to talk with
All by myself
No one to walk with
But I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you
I know for
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