Lyrics:
sitting right in the dark with them
Never stay apart from them show them the way and walk with them
The pain is real but nothing compared to what
ya'll is what i call Wanna be's it aint shit compared
to Real Motherfuckin' G's
funky is this track...
Yo Dre, What's up? *bang*
Yo Dre, what's up?
every room of the house
Yeah, they were 16 by 32 by 3/8" gypsum panels
And they were nailed to the 2x4's with 16" centers, say what
Let me tell you
the real thing
You the one I want
You the one I want (Baby)
You the one I want
You the one I want (Baby)
Pretty as a picture
Painted by the stars
You
T but what's more important
To me is that don't be comin' 'round my girl
Tryna act like Mr friendly
And steal the spotlight like Mr bentley
I spotted her
the fagget
Lets get dashed and crunk
I was lifted by a precher
So my mom pushed weight
Now I hooked up wit game
Real nigga with flame
He show me cali
the fagget
Lets get dashed and crunk
I was lifted by a precher
So my mom pushed weight
Now I hooked up wit game
Real nigga with flame
He show me cali
the fagget
Lets get dashed and crunk
I was lifted by a precher
So my mom pushed weight
Now I hooked up wit game
Real nigga with flame
He show me cali
vanishin'
Big noggin, colorful paper my peoples is handlin'
King of the rings, Sting with aluminum bats shit
And if they claim they do what I'm doin', they
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
I was wondering
What you see in me?
Is this for real because I'm losin' it here for you and me
Hear myâ?¦ want myâ?¦ try my everything
You've
thugged out Silkk the Shocker what?
Let me tell y'all somethin (what, what, what?)
Let me tell you why I'm a rich nigga
cause I don't fuck a bitch,
you don’t think so, you ain’t carin’
No opinions, only facts here
Only facts are what I’m sharin’
There’s a thing we have in common
I hope that you’re
(yeah)
What up, Left Eye? (what up?), what up, Aaliyah? (what up?)
Yeah, TEC-9 close by, touch 'em up (yeah)
I shoot niggas in the mouth, boy, pucker up
Teck 9 close by touch 'em up
I shoot n****s in the mouth boy pucker up
Sweet sucker tash gee golly what the f***
Where the hell all these new p****
here strictly by your invocation.
So what do you sayâ€"
Why don't we dance a while?
I'm the how to swing.
I'm the twist and shout.
When you gotta
what I told Steve McQueen in private
What I said was The Matrix is like
The Bible of the post-information age
I compared it like
When the hundred guys
fair
So just reach your sheer plain flare man, stair by stair
So which side of my air you prefer?
Cause my ego to your murk inside is compared
My shade
I'm thinkin
How this could've happened to me
The only love that I felt was by the bean
Nothing compared how I feel on the beat
Thought it over my heart
you in every way
Tragedy is nothing compared to what you do to me
All you ever do is lie day and night your by my side
That's why everyday I'll just go
What we had love, it was different...
This feel is givin' new beginnings like it's January (January)
And on the real it won't be chill by 14th February
Wanted to be an artist i
Was of course inspired
By Debbie Harry and Chrissie
Hynde and Aretha Franklin
But my real muse was David
Bowie he embodied male
You are now rockin' wit The Symphony
Yes sir
It's ya boy Fliperachi the number one fly boy (yeah)
I'm the building wit my girl Mya (fo' sho)
on August 21st
This summer was by far the worse
By far the worse
By far the worse
By far the worse (My_Kayla you hear me?)
Now I'm 3 cousins down
And my
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