Lyrics:
tits
Outkast and Raekwon dropped fall classic discs
Born to Roll, so I'm taking you back to school days of autumn
Before the bottom dropped out in 2K
on Balboa
You Apollo king
I may look like a rapper but I'm a known clapper
Cleaning out your stash
Slanging hot brass
In a class, all by myself
You slept, I
that they told you
Now your acting all shy, hmm I wonder why
Everytime I looked at you, you turned and drop your eye
We faced, began to lace you up
you're living in a world that's ruled by fear
Always takin' baby out that's o.k.
What they're givin' maybe it's out of phase with me
Told you once
must be
Triple-K cutter
Brooklyn life-and-deather
Cross me, be the first and last like alpha and omega
So, what's the dilemma hon'?
Niggas with hella
ass nigga
*repeat*
Verse One: Billy Danze
Niggaz waitin for my shit to drop
Because I show love to the true thugs on the back lot
Post up
the dark a girl would dance with her shadows
First she lose her father in the burning debris
Sorrow took her mother so castly so she was
Brought up in
[Chorus 2X: Frukwan]
America, home of the brave, land of the free
I know they ain't talkin' 'bout me
The be -L-A-see-K's, we done forgotten the ways
[Girl singing]
Too many years have gone by we're still strugglin
We fuss and fight think it's time for new boogining
But everytime I think that I
by my side, how I'd like to jump her bones
Strike with the force of a truck full of stones
But Kryptonite affects me like the sun on ice cream cones
the message
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love love
Foxy Music
I want, I want L. O. V. E. Love you
I want K. I. S. S. Kiss you
Yeah, golden
Words and music Kent Steedman
Recorded and mixed and all instruments Kent
Except drums by Tommy Loop.
I think this master is 96k
Words
If your Angel
Frau schaut wie
Ein Zombie ohne Make-up
Guck ich bin ein Rapstar, VIP for
Life, Frank zu dem white
So heißt auch BIG ich weiß
Das Geld in meiner Tasche
Zabierz mnie do sanatorium
Dość mam deszczu w weekend i upalnych wtorków
Męczy mnie stolica, chcę by stała w ogniu
WWA nie spłonie nigdy, ogień
casa sette uomini, cuciniamo la K
Rapperei di morte pure sopra un beat di Drake, take
Risolviamola col sangue, non faccio le Instagram flame
Wall
my Prada, take off my Fendi"
Ooh, ooh, I know she did
Ooh, ooh, she loves the kid
She wants my kid, not happenin'
Slap him up to pattern him
If
až k susedom
Chlapci chceli rešpekt späť a tak vyťahovali nôž
Bol som najmladší zo všetkých, naučil sa toho dosť
Mal som kamošov v decáku, trávili sme
ptáci
Podvraťák ví, kdo je lev, nikdy neodmítnu pozvánku k práci
Neukazujeme stack, nezajímej se o to, co mám v bance
Za oponou by ses lek, z takových
the time is right to make it all up to you
So I'm coming with a great big kiss maybe that won't do
I'm sorry but it's o.k.(2x) my love for you shines
One things for certain, all that glitters ain’t gold
So don’t be swallowed by your fears no matter what you are told
This exercise for the soul,
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