Lyrics:
get a ticket
Thicker than a buttermilk biscuit
Down for the get down
Want a real nigga, fuck a clown
When he pound, she don't even make a sound
everybody know, keys open doors (keys-keys open doors)
But bricks open windows
Countin' a hundred hundreds, more by more
Built this form the tile up,
the chance you surround yourself by some winners
Break it down to em
the nine
First I took two clips and then I took two more
I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door
I took three shots and then I
you etc.
33. I have the mind of Christ. Therefore, I refuse to be tormented in my mind because I have power, love and a sound mind.
34. I am led by
and grievance for dead n
Surround a corpse like a seance and sayin' I'm here n
Moment a silence buried in violence ain't no complying
In the city where they pity
Sound: music from Caruso’s First Sound Gramophone recording; April 1902 plays
(link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3TjEoAXzJ9E) instrumental up until -
ain't talkin' about a gun
Look when I stop, how my rims just run
Niggas comin' up some niggas comin' down
Look at the tall trucks got surround sound
cleaned
It's got a plywood floor, steel-mesh shelving down one side
And a sliding side door with a custom window screen
What more could a man need
surround-by sound
Paint job cracking cause the punch ain't fade
Jamming that brand new 2Low tape
Windows all smokey, blowing coke-laced seed
I'm throwing up
Livin' in the clouds I be seeing sky zones
Guitar strumming Eddie Munson like we in the upside-down
In the coupe speeding listening to surround sound
In
anymore
This sounds like Tears for Fears"
I thought about textin' a friend
About how depressed I was by this band
By I didn't feel like
down with the fly guy
Look me in the face,like you're strong when you walk by
And all you punk niggers talking shit
Step to the side,bow your head like
blanket of silence fell over the room and hung for a long moment before being shattered by the sound of the door swinging violently open. It was Rutherford
town
Bet the neighbors know my name, somethin' like surround sound
Girl, drop that booty down, keep it spinnin' round and round
Puffin' on the flavors,
the get down
Want a real nigga, fuck a clown
When he pound, she don't even make a sound
When I pound, I'mma leave it soft
Make her pussy clap like an encore
niggas, now, playa what it be like?
When will niggas see they got us bleedin' with three strikes
Can't seem to focus hopeless, with violent thoughts I
would this really
Keep them psyched?
Three of us bleedin'
It was ten past midnight!
I really didn't like
How this shit was goin' down
Wrong night,
they called her a liar
Had no sound, mouth full of wire
Aba Tina oh, who you have there breakin' down the door?
Aba Tina oh, who you have there
trunks surround by sound
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got
trunks surround by sound
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got
Put the dough down
Kick your door down, surround the block
Where you go now?
Fifty shots spit at you and
That's not a whole round
Way I leave
the seeds
wit the sounds of the underground
get down indeed i am legend nigga i'm the one who planted the seeds
I'm from them l.a streets were they
the seeds
wit the sounds of the underground
get down indeed i am legend nigga i'm the one who planted the seeds
I'm from them l.a streets were they
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