Lyrics:
matter what you say nigga, long as you pay nigga
I figure - you want it bad enough, you gon' take yo' shit
A steel toe mack down to break yo' bitch
Bitch I'm swagin so hard, they wanna be like me
Allure rocking chrome hearts, balenci be all on his feet
Bitch I go so hard, nobody fucking with me
stoppin' us
Eternal with the burner, fast-paced but slow learner
Beatin' me that's like Ike gettin' slapped by Tina Turner
Nigga I'm the best rapper
Lemme tell you now
I came to bring the pain
Hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental based on instrumental
keep up with the pace
Throw a cover up so you can't see the face
She talking crazy girl stay in yo place
Came for a night then then i left the next day
Stay in yo lane or i just might have to smack a bitch
Niggas irate they feelings hurt they hurting shit
Gang way niggas with me on some skitzo shit
be broke
So I go hard in this hoe
Trying to get that cheddar cheese
Yo here go my recipe
muite
aruku ni wa sukoshi mabushii sugiru ne
shizumu you ni
me wo fuseru to
kawaita chimen ga namida wo susuru
Why do you feel so alone all the time?
(flow)
Leute kennen Rap, aber nicht auf so 'nem Niveau no
Oldschool Beats, mit Schulabbrecherraps
Dieser Scheiß ist einfach (funky fresh)
Yo, funky fresh
Yo I can just spit a verse
At you or get personal
These clothes is so cheap
And in the Total Slaughter house you wore
The same outfit the whole week
Street to y'all street
If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat
C-P-T style, O-G me style
The D-J, Q-U-I-K with no C style
In yo' town, don't
I know he's so sick of the walls, when he get home, he going shopping
Mmm, look at the time that caught us (word)
Talked to the times when younger
tha dope blow it I ma weed fiend
Finna bleed steam nigga
So keep yo eyes on the night, cause I jus might
hit yo crib now where you live I'ma crook 4
nani mo misenaide yo So don’t show me anything more.
君にどれだけ近づいても kimi ni dore dake chikazuite mo No matter how close I get to you,
僕の心臓は一つだけ boku no
the blast
Put him in a bag, an wrap him up
It's all business
So when the picture come bouncin' off yo head
Don't take it personal
Money makin' needs no
Yo, this is DJ Quik
Takin' a second out with Tha Dogg
Pound to let y'all know somethin'
If you're lookin' in the Source
Mag and don't see me
It's
something to say to make ya
Turn away from from all your scars
Turn away from from your scars
Sick and tired of being sick and tired
Life ain't always
Are you down for me, down for me Are you down for me, baby, baby
Yeah, it ain't easy to describe how I'm feeling So I smoke a little weed
Wake up tiring streetlights blinding
Reading your words as they turn me to stone
Sat by my bed and I'm waiting for the phone
So many tings got your boy
a nigga
Like Mi homie like Do Rae
They love it when I give
Him sick shit like EB, Olé
Nigga wanna beef with me, no way
Put him in yo place, I did
a sweater like Bill Cosby
Cuz I got my homies by my side
While you blow up my iPhone
Sayin you miss all my cuddles
And hate being alone
I'm sick to my stomach
yo
Fearsome shit, check it out
Yo, yo
It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder
Said stay strong 'cause his life is now over
I flash back
Hold up ugh take a breathe look in the back and I see no contest
I know I can rap and I got flow so sick
Puffing the bar the nicotine gone hit hard,
I ain't the party scene and clubbing type no big timing
I got this section either free or got some chips by it
I ain't finna pay no band so you can
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