Lyrics:
they favorite pastime
She wanna make adjustments like it's halftime
I'm steady on the rise like it's my time
I'm so high, Peter Pan, I might never land
a cheaper price and invest the flaw
Addiction can't be stopped, crop it out my draws
Introduced to strangers
Ain't nothing stranger
Going noodles with
breeds jealousy, nigga, out here when getting fo's
Catch a nigga slipping, put a bullet in his temple
Homie, it's the same rules, money talks, simple
My
a beautiful sight
And now a child can understand
That this is the law of all the land, all the land
The world is black, the world is white
It turns by
a beautiful sight
And now a child can understand
That this is the law of all the land, all the land
The world is black, the world is white
It turns by
I'm lovin' it, I shoveled shit all my life, and now I'm dumping it on
White America
I could be one of your kids
White America
Little Eric looks
niggarettes
My peoples, don`t worry about it
It`s all slang from the same gang
I`m black out, and I`m black in
I`m white out, and I`m white in
SO
It's not latin, or white, or black music
It's that cooked up coke, crack music
Black Thought and Pharoahe, the rap duet
It's that lucid rapid eye
ah
Draco with the Nana clip, get me aroused like I'm a dumb monkey
Chillin' in them trailer parks with my white friends
When we popped out with them
in my head
I hope I can get out of it again
The constellations tell me I am done
From burning inside of the sun
I sit on my moon
Where did I go wrong?
steering, white Peter Rose, I ain't tearin'
Fuck your bitch, in front of your chil'ren
See your whip side of my building, yeah
Put my dick and nuts in her
steering, white Peter Rose, I ain't tearin'
F*** your b****, in front of your chil'ren
See your whip side of my building, yeah
Put my dick and nuts in her
you stupid boy, don't ask that question at all
I see red and white blue lights as I look in my rear
Put the gas out, it's Friday and it's smokey in
a tweaker
She work magic in a pan, I thought that little hoe name was Peter
I'm fixin' to hit a line of snow, chill, it's fine
I do it all the time
And by
out, laid out
She only gave it up because she thought I had some crack
And I won't be strayed by a lame ass dame
Keep my dollars in my pockets 'cause
, strung out, laid out
She only gave it up because she thought I had some crack
And I won't be strayed by a lame ass dame
Keep my dollars in my pockets
it around again
Hope in the sound
Turn it around again
Vera
Everyone tells you
Be black or white be black or white
Vera
Everyone tells you
Be in
hoe, Carquinez Bridge, Millersville Vallejo,
I be stuck like Peter St. Lauren sneakers, I got it out the bitch and the packs no features,
you don't
(Turn up, Rittz!)
Shut up, bitch!
Light the weed, we gon burn that shit down
Lifted on the beat, bout to murder it now
Word on the street, you
meet Nick but Peter might wil' out
Don't wanna hear it, came straight from the bottom
Just like my dad lil nigga I'm a problem
Got 99 but a bitch not
Say you want with the boogie white Lex
Comin' around
Your girlfriend runnin' it down
Playa hater I'm in yo bathroom
Comin' it down
Peter's just another
I'm on fire like a stove
I make hits up by the dozen, egg carton full of those
Girl, I really don't know what it is about you
When you turn it around,
gotta make my way out
Yeah I gotta make my way out
Ooooooh
Nothing new I was chilling with the homies in the muthafucking bando
What it do White T's
done came down with that heater
Shout-out shofu, shout my boy, PE$O PETER
(Bitch)
I turn my biggest haters to believers
I play the game fair, how I'm
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