Lyrics:
ta creep this
Tryin to entice me to let it off
But nah, (why not?) c'mon baby, you saw Set It Off
Proposition by trio, in Rio
Menage Trois, down
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
tied
They can't jam or find their own designs
So we stand to slip out under their watchful eyes
They'll be none the wiser, when we run on by em
And bust
Got some static for some niggas on
The other side of town
Let my little cousin K roll, he's a rider now
What they want from us
Motherfuckin thug niggas?
a vest just to be the best
I'm from the West where the realest rest
And the sun sets the sun woke up to the
Bump with the blunt wet
Thirty minutes after
bless
She's the way of my success
Between me and you there's a difference
I mean a little finesse
Whatever I've done, was by myself
Listen, please
equal, but the sun and thats
Funkay
Ease back, the g's is back as an o-d gettin
Funkay
The sun sets, you vex, we gets, mad
Funkay
East coast to west we
trouble now I'm on the run
They could've locked me up in prison never see the sun
That ain't the life for me ya see I need to be free
Who the Son sets free
hurricane
Clouds outside my window pane
Spinnin' 'round and 'round, paint the skies above you
Tossin', turnin', someone set me free
Like the sun shinin'
Verse 1
Sun rises in the east and sets in the west.
Sun rises in the east and sets in the west.
Trials of Thoth,
I'll pass the test.
Verse 2
Say,
on the other side
But if you let your hopes down, you'll get pulled in by the tide
If you set your mind to it, you can learn to fly
Spread your wings across
but get in the booth and hit record
Let the words float through, mic check, 1, 2
Mind clears as I set to spit my soul on cue for you
The vibe
brought to you by adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
(West, west, west)
We don't share the same synonym fall back
(West, west, west)
Been
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
When the sun sinks in the west
Die a million people of the Bangladesh
you see is
Big smiles, dead eyes
Big smiles
Big smiles, dead eyes
Big smiles
Day is done
Gonna keep driving west, 'til that sun sets
Gonna
a crawfish belly like a dog tick
West monroe ball, shit yeah boy that raw shit
Me oh my a creole pie used to push a green Chevy with a 305
You can add a little
Everything
Lovin' when he sexin' me
Said anything and everything
Ah, ahh (girl, let me tell you what he did)
He grabbed me by my waist, threw my panties
people to the moon
in search of who we are
here among the stars.
.
This I know
deep in my soul.
Should the sun never again rise in the east and set in
people to the moon
in search of who we are
here among the stars.
.
This I know
deep in my soul.
Should the sun never again rise in the east and set in
feels when your memory spills onto the page
And paints a picture of another age
Back in West Deer Park, chillin' with shorties after dark
'Cause when
And this what the west sound like
Kazie Man!
This where the sun sets huh?
I got you
Look
From the west they wondering how we did it
Know I've been
That mornin' a lady locked arms with a shotgun
And the pistol rode west with the sun
Now the outlaws of Tombstone and the outlaws forever
Know
Off the bed
Feet hit the ground
Thunder rolls, here come the clouds
Sun has set, on my parade
Feels like I'm lost in my own place
Time and time
to get with us
Must be gone on stress weed
In the West we trust to the chest I bust
Then we ride 'til the sun come
Shinin' back to brighten up the
Sky how
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