Lyrics:
Watch a nigga go hang himself
Throw them bullets at you that was
Marked by the kiss of death
Mark Twain status, bitch
I'm the last one left
I'm in your
I drove by all the places we
Would spend the time we wasted
I thought about our last kiss
How it felt the way you tasted
And even though your friends
Well alright
Well I'ma, I'ma, I'ma do a little something like this
Grab ya by ya tight waist, show you something to dip
You gotta move like this, you
down to ride
She stay by my side
She gone always keep it a hunnid never hiding lies
I know she gone have my back whenever it's time to slide
Whatever she
Lord
Take me to my hanging ground
John Hardy stood on the scaffold so high
He looked up at the clear blue sky
When asked his last words well this is
of it
cnd if the night runs over
cnd if the day won't last
cnd if your way should falter
clong the stony paths
It's just a moment
This time will pass
you ever leave me now
Don't you ever leave me baby
If you leave me you will kill me now
Now that some much time has passed
I know that this love
Somewhere in between hoping that you'd live forever
And never believing that you'd ever last this long
Desperation passed you by without
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
You’re now tuning to GT radio
You already know how we do it ‘round here
No cap one more time Smerf, brrr
(Smerf, this yo beat?)
more
is it all a simulation, I can't take no more
PRE:
cause it's breaking, its breaking my heart
to see a change in the person you are
& its making,
SO INCREDIBLE
by Gordon Pogoda, Suzie Benson & Alberto Bof
I was not done healing this bleeding heart of mine
Catching every arrow
a track this year
Now how's that for a turnover?
I made a gilet and a holster
Felt like I looked in the mirror when I seen the new JD poster
And it sold
everything to me
Turn my head as a car goes by
Wonder could it be you this time
I keep starin' at the driveway
Hoping you'll walk up any day
This
days
To get my mind back right
Some say waiting
Taking my own time is all I can do
Should've known you'd things to hide
By the look in your eyes
this make the young ones wise
Then we don the disguise for the games we play
By the end of the game there's too much to say
So we say no words
poor houses and
Take a midnight stop to parish hotels
Just to ask which way south is
Hey, Louise, it ain't worth all this misery
'Cause I know the world
style is Too $hort
So move to the Pharcyde of the underground
Cause this Cella Dwella's got soul like ???
A Naughty Rottin Razkal, I'ma be real
I rock
make me none
Slip through the hood, dope I could
Deliver my life the best I could
Robin Hood, youngest crook
Here they come now watch y'all look
Go by
"How many niggas do you know
Like this" - Xzibit 'Paparazzi'
I had a homie named Al
That we would call Algebra
Cause he could count money as
Fast
provide
Scoot around in Scat Packs every
Time we burn rubber
Running through the Magnums with yo bitch
This my third rubber if the giffy run last
This gon'
sanctify before you burn.
You can trace across time to a bitter shame,
Overcome by the fury of the drums.
The ways of providence are clear.
Hold on tight
Please stop smoking, want your life to last a long time
If you don't stop smoking, I'll have to start, shorten mine
When you go driving, would you
over if it is a Jim Reed tune
On the big screen, pig skins, go team go
In the corner there's a cop with his whole wheat toast
Foreman of the flock In
of the youth
The confusion of the people and their struggle for truth
Yeah, regroup and renew
Time to regroup, renew the ambition of a nation
Zombies
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