Lyrics:
Like That...
I be damned If I die by a Nigga
I Keep the iron In my fist like I'm RZA
Kill your ass like this beat instrumental
To survive in my genes
them big bills at
Where them big bills at
Where then big bills at
Got a house up there where the hills at
If it's in the air I kills that
I swear they
motherfuck Snoop, motherfuck Death Row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season
To let the real motherfuckin' G's in
motherfuck Snoop, motherfuck Death Row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season
To let the real motherfuckin' G's in
the mob
''cause you dead in the fog
And that's yo' head by the log
I can smell it in the air
I can tell when it's there
This is hell
tribal
It's all about survival, it's nobody liable
I got caught by five oh
Grandmama came to court with her Bible
But when the judge hit the gavel
Now I'm
Big M.O.E. shit, what the fuck you talkin' bout
Swervo
You don't want no smoke with my bros we don't fold (aiming at yo fucking dome)
You don't want
And the ship
The Black Freighter
Runs a flag up its masthead
And a cheer rings the air
By noontime the dock
Is a-swarmin' with men
Comin' out from
And the ship
The black freighter
Runs a flag up its masthead
And a cheer rings the air
By noontime the dock
Is a-swarmin' with men
Comin' out from
the air (For all of y'all)
And let me know you're out there
I send this out to the homies in the hood
That stood by my side, to help a brother do
A cold beer in my hand, cigarette on my breath, nah, nah, nah
I'm on the strip, cold beer in my hand
Cigarette, smoke is in the air
Wipe the sweat
ripples in a stream
I see myself so free
My eyes and spirit say hello
My soul goes dancing by, oh hello
The clean fresh air
Goes jumping through my head
Ehi emme!
Manda lo Chardonnay
Io lo mando in play, on air
Sul muro si legge: "Obey"
Io fuorilegge come i cortei smetto col rap
A 27 so tutto è il
I'd walk round in the air
I've been through some shit though
Couch to couch I bounce to outrun all my flaws
Clamped by the jaws
Mental stability
got away with it
I gave chase a bit, but pumped the brakes and quit 'cause something told me
"Live to fight another day E.Quipped, just be okay with it"
Some might say it's the vocal tone
Word, talkin in English, never speakin in tongues
It's the bass in the voices and the air in the lungs
Grandmixer
hair
Talkin nasty to her ass while I'm pullin her hair
[Chorus (Girl)]
Now that I got you in the bed
I'm gon pull yo hair
Snatch yo ass up by
come through
Needed a car? He could use mine too
But bust this!
Out on the street
People say he was riffin'
Callin' me a sucker
Talkin' bout how foul I'm
Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby (heheh, nahmtawkinbout?)
Know I'm talkin', my purple so muddy I can barely even drive
Blowin'
that's hurting 'em
His cellphone bout to cut off, spring jerkin 'em
And his baby moms starting to do her thing again
She left him for a nigga pumping e
my e.t.s we vibin'
I am what i eat like Kirby
Rivers of lean in dreams, I'm faucet
Whole Lotta Red, whole lotta Fanta
Whole lotta Sprite, whole lotta
blow
Right before I let you leave
Scars all up on me
Talkin' how I'm mean
And burnin' every string that casts across the green
A fuckin' moment please
they burn little suckers, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me
All you suckers living bummy, why you're messin' with me
paved with gold, Now
Sometimes I still feel like a misfit
Cynics get to talkin
We dissolve 'em like they Nesquik
Struggled early on but now we
Really
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