Lyrics:
ounce to Freedom to the day that I die
Gonna listen me Selena, drink a 40 a cry
Gonna roll me up a Beamer, I'ma go and get high
While it's 1995,
the God by any other name
I'm Clubber Lang with a Hogan 'stache
I'm Mr. Pink making moves with the stolen cash
Buy the bar in South Dakota then I dip out
that
I say now come gimme dat, come gimme dat
Come gimme dat, come gimme dat, what what
She don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, huh
Now come gimme
to claim
Maybe someday you'll be walking on Venus
Maybe some day you may live in the sea
Remember I taught you to love Mother Nature
For it was she who
might say I'm addicted, but me
I'm truly lifted
Stoned so loud, you can hear me in the crowd
Smoking girl scout, sour by the ounce
Mary never cheat me
The day we left I read about this ghost plane cruising over Canada
It happened so fast four hours passed before anyone knew they were dead
I think
ran Bouchet, ain't fuck with Powell
That was grade school by the way, we been them niggas all this time
Actin' East headed for the rap, damn near
an octave
She says
pour your soul intooooo it
This might be a ghost town tonight
Maybe you know that with a push we could come alive
Tell us to try
Show me
by they mama
Mama was a crack user
She ain't have no conscience
You was sleeping on the floor
You ain't have no house
Even sleeping outside, cause moms
It's the same shit but a different day
And I'll say everything on my mind to this date
And it goes like every different picture I see with this
They say the homes where the heart is
Then my heart's where the hood is 'cah my homes up in the hood that's where it started
With my niggas we
Back in the days, my momma used to cry
She ain't even think I was gon' graduate in high, school
FOOL, that's what I used to say
when them off-brand
nike dunks, icey chunks
A fly wifey I can trust
Not that she gon' wanna hesit me for re-up
I might be, Iron Mike if you try to entice me
I say this
Says she thinks I'm having an office affair
And the monotony is killing me
And I try to deny this corporate lobotomy
The end of the day, there's
On the ? something else, he don't know
I came up, on the call
To his voice mail, the other day
Called it up and it say (Meet me)
At the same spot,
step back step off
I'm gonna tour on your girl now she thinks he's soft
Fresh Wes is sweet like molasses
when I hit the clubs I scoop so many ass...
creeping up on me
Grandma says I'm too skinny
She says eat some more kugel
Hanukkah's creeping up on me
Eight days of presents just can't be beat
Oh,
A little boy at the end of a day knelt by
his bed to say a prayer
And Father up in Heaven heard the prayer
he prayed
And listened to each word with
to sit here bothered by my haters
I got no time nigga
I got a notebook full of lyrics on my lap
I got a city full of pain on my back
And they say "yeah I
sayin'?
(That's right... I feel the same way mayne
Put it down like this)
Me and the players roll tight, sleep all day and play nights
Blowin' 20 G's with
than to see her name in lights
So, I came along for the ride but there was just no end
To the smoky bars and unpaid rent, day job blues held by a thread
the season bright
That pretty girl who lives around the corner
I kinda hope she?ll be here
All my uncles and my cousins
Gonna be here by the dozen
For all
scratch-off's
No winners, all losers
I'm even playin', prayin'
For the day that I can go
And call up the movers
Yo, my cousin got caught
Hustlin' by the FEDS
It's
excited you might wee
Proper Crimbo (Proper Crimbo)
On The Seven Days Of Christmas my true love gave to me
A Pereguine Falcon, Proper Bo I tell thee
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