Lyrics:
poppin' (Facts)
Can't forget show stoppin'
Dope smokin' dope countin' (Oowoo!)
Three clap Surf City gang slidin'
City of the Crips by the beach (Go!)
This
Take high wit'cha just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know
Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by like
What
Houston..
We have another
Problem..
In ten 9 9 9 & 8 7 6
5 4 3 2 1 &
4 3 2 1 &
cbort abort abort
cbort abort abort
It's just me and you
blindfolded (yeah)
Oh you think you better man you folded (yeah)
Laying down in bed without no focus (yuh)
So we became lions to a locust (sheesh)
Don't play
of white
But why you think they take
That time from you, cause you need it right?
And you can't get it back
So how they givin people life?
Like you gon live
wine and X-Rays
White pills for pain and faces change in days
I saw you from above, upside down
There in the corner, of our hotel room
The door was
"Alright, cool, Jay"
But I gotta be at work by 3, it's midday
I can't go in smelling like weed, he said
"Okay" stop by the cheap tobacco store
Two swishers
to Get Better
Or
Wild Wild Woman
By Your Smith
Or Forest Whitaker
By Bad Books
Do you have any regrets?
Oh yeah
Plenty
I've seen these music docs
lost!
I'ma rise from the ashes
Ri-ri-rise from the ashes
Rise up for the trash
And the bastards
Rise up for the lost
And the casted out
I'ma live my life
the benjamins
Tryin' to plot on another nigga dividends
Though the life we live gets strenuous
And we gettin' it how me and my niggas
We outrang hustlas,
we go to the wrasslin' matches and let off
a little steam?"
Now I'd never seen the matches before
And by the time we reached that arena door
Andy and I had a beautiful wedding. All of our relatives were in attendance from around the world. My relationship with my parents was better than
makes me wonder
Why I live so wild"
"Here's what they think about cha"
Life is a jungle I'm ready to slaughter
You see this bitch, don't let her
to make a way,
Live life by yourself,
Don't seek it, it'll come to you,
You hope for a better day.
And for that something, and its better home,
Its better
center stage
Next thing you know we got this call from the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly
He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from
the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly
He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from Timb
And wondered could some trill niggaz rock it with him
Shit
that's what she is,
And when he finally saunters back at three or four,
Don't let him in, put the chain on the door."
But of course I'd let him in,
that's what she is,
And when he finally saunters back at three or four,
Don't let him in, put the chain on the door."
But of course I'd let him in,
lives on
and not Jason
One, two, he is looking for you
Three, four, knocking on your door
Five, six, hope you do not slip
Seven, eight, better pray up
interference from the small AM radio station down the street, night in Anacortes in the mid 90's, oil tankers rumbling.
I stayed late recording every night
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
The story begins July 20th, 1969 with the world on the edge of their seats
As 3 men made their way to the moon
The Creighton family home in Houston
a star sea
When you look down you can find me
I'm on the floor with my ID
Recovering from pain that you caused me
Drive so fast in the fast life
Don't give
from Jonesboro I don't know
Where the fuck he from
But I don't even heard of that but
That nigga got the super rap
And that nigga got that super map
My
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