Lyrics:
taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes.
So she rang the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the Nob came out on his job
To see what the trouble was.
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
the Geto Boys
Can you believe those hypocrites
Who distribute Guns n Roses but not our shit
And they say we're a racist act
Ain't that the pot
man, I tossed her
My boy just did the Julio with her he caught her (Wop)
I just want a house by the water (yeah)
And a bitch that pussy drip like
all
that handing grasped by bloody hands. see, it's the
cimarron condition of slabs and remnants, pepper
sauce on gristle, throb and grind, and all
Yeah, please Don't Be Alarmed
By The Far Footsteps You Hear
Coming Up From The Rear
It's Only A One Man Army
Carter, Me, That's Who
Eh, John Just Let
all I see
And darkness all I hear
I'm trying to lift the shadow but the cloud ain't got no give
Can't just let me be
Can't just let me live
Told him we gone make it boy just bear with me like Smokey
I Feel like Stevie wonder
Promise I can’t see these haters
Shorty got that Florida water
to the murder of Dr david Gunn
Who was killed in Florida
By pro-life activists
While I was living there that was
The ultimate hypocrisy I
Witnessed growing up:
and his bugs freeze the sea
Try to save the world by immolating myself
From history
The flood of counterfeits released
The black cloud
The resurrection
(MTM, hit 'em with the heat)
Yeah, bitch, haha
Homegrown Florida boy, you know I keep chrome
I'm loving the indoors, come out when the sun low
a rich nigga daughter (Oh yeah)
She suckin' my dick, I record her (Ayy, ayy)
My swag it be drippin' just bought her
Got a model bitch livin' in Florida
the Geto Boys
Can you believe those hypocrites
Who distribute Guns n Roses but not our shit
And they say we're a racist act
Ain't that the pot calling
the Geto Boys
Can you believe those hypocrites
Who distribute Guns 'n' Roses but not our shit
And they say we're a racist act
Ain't that the pot
made of glass
So let the sun in or those clouds and overcast will never pass
Looking in the mirror and I ask myself the question
Who am I? overtaken by
memorial, we see faces, names, dates. All are reminders that the suffering brought by war is intensely personal and its violence indiscriminate. In the broad
Florida water, swimming, Now I'm really floating
Yeah, I'm really going, now I'm colder Than they shoulder
I'm smoking Baby Yoda, you can tell it By
, blue sky bad times pass us by
Pink cloud, blue sky
Boy whenever you're around I think, you see, you know I start stuttering
I can't help but laugh
That cloud what I see oh
Never a man up in my house to help me deal with this pain
So instead I filled those shoes up at a very young age
Kept feeling
twenty-six
I present you south Florida
What I see, clear as Visine
My brother ended up in a crime scene
Cops are the only ones on a crime spree
Cowards took my
hard like RRR (bolly)
See me receive throws from afar
(Boom)
(Arthur won't stop me from gettin' any sweet treats boy)
They call me hawk the chugger,
some lung
Don't know how its goin, Yungstars still flowin
Flippin with Po-yo, and his trunk is steady glowin
See that boy me and Poo
He's steady
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
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