Lyrics:
good, soakin' up the sun ray
Still waitin' for that detox by Dr. Dre
Start to spin the turntable like a whirlwind
Like a volcano, I spit fire
Line for
got something to prove
I was lost baby you gave me the clues, ooh
Do you remember when you fucked me by the pool
Remember when Satan told me that I'd
finger
Seven hundred BasedGod, that's a schemer
I got MAC-11's, that'll split you
I think I'm Forrest Gump, I'm a loser
So you know that I'm gonna be
amends but it's still perplexing me
What the fuck can I do just to get some stress relief
Been working back to back doubles, ain't got time in my day
Most
through by surprise, years later
Still copped some rounds for The guys...
In ya eyes, that waitress is the real prize
But we got unresolved issues You
four five, got it on de-cock
On that bullshit you niggas think that you on (let's go)
Fuck around and get spanked for a song (spank)
Fuck around
birthed
Fuck your iris and the IRS
Get the hell up off your high horse
You got the shit that niggas die for, dry yours
Why you mad? Take the good with
a killer doin' less than you say
Yeah I got a exotic plug down in the A, still got my other plug out in LA
I'm just tryna get this shit gone by the day
And Jesus He better my worth like I'm back in a purse and I'm no longer loose change
My desire is You
And it's burning it's blue and oh Lord here's the truth
to hold and I got sum to prove that's what I'm doing it for
Never change on my brothers you gotta stick to the code
I'm picking up the pace runnin' shit
Let me tell you a story
Once upon a time a man got fucked
Now how is that for a story
Cuz that's the story of black people in America
Let me paint
you're tryin' your hardest to get by
Yeah, I could see it in your eyes (oh, I)
I could see it in (I could see it in)
We The Best Music
'Cause I can
the great divide, and a white man stiff and still,
Lying there by his lonesome self, and I figured it must be Bill.
So I thought of the contract I'd made
from the city centre. Its surrounded by beautiful open spaces and excellent commuter links into London. What more could you ask for? Lets go in
pages
You still wouldn't get the things that I'm saying
I used to wanna be greatest
Now everyone's gassed and act famous
Put that stuff in the past you
baby
Color bright, all saturated
And I like it natural, baby
And you know I got you, baby
It is what it is, bruh
Yeah, it's lit as fuck
Damn,
’ve shown me Team Galactic and Dark and Steel and eggs
Oh I want my Red and Blue back when Ditto wasn’t used for sex
I miss the cycling road, don’t you know
I
I Burn the Jay
My momma still gon' slide me at home
Its almost eight
They sleep i'm bout to burn it fasho
My brother wake
He almost cut me off by
motherfucking ribbon
Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still living
Spend a condo and a club, one bottle won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles for
whatcha got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here
whatcha got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here
on
The Westside nigga
We ballers for real
[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what it
these amber eyes
still burning that rubber
just pull stick for that brand you bubbla
do it for the dreadlocks
corrupt with the moon rocks
Thats f13rd
Clap back shawty, get up out the way (oh yeah)
I got a new truck
Shawty, get up out the way (yeah)
Still got the blue truck, the one that I been had
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