Lyrics:
We are the 7 continents
Of the world you live on
Lets learn about the continents
Together as one
The continents we know today
Were once
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I fuck with 6 Mile, not too much the 7, they freed the 4s
That's your bitch, huh? Well, get her together, she fuckin' bro
we can be
(Livin together)
[Erick Sermon]
(Love is) - Yeah, to be able to live
With a, beautiful chick and a couple of kids
Uhh, with foreign
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
different
I will never give my works to the devil but I rock out like heavy metal
And it's just something different, I'm just a vessel
Helping my people get
I feel it's time we shape back up, baby
It's that time of year again
Don't Come Outside, Vol. 2 on the way
Y'all only rock with me 'cause I'm
completely
I know, I know
Right now I felt what’s it’s like
To live such a life
It’s like I’ve lived it all in a second
Instead of you
And it is more painful
on my neck, we teachin' new principles now
Startin' the Lotus, revin' the motors
Walk on the clouds, and I'm second to no one
I wanna kiss your mind,
By none other than Ghostface Killah, Raekwon the Chef
Rock Marciano and Busta Rhymes
A job well done fellas, very good piece of work
By none other than Ghostface Killah, Raekwon the Chef
Rock Marciano and Busta Rhymes
A job well done fellas, very good piece of work
get ya shit together
Boy them diamonds ain't real, get ya shit together
[T.I.]
Now we can ball seven days, six nights
If tht head and that pussy hit
ridin' in ya wheels get ya shit together
Boy them diamonds ain't real, get ya shit together
[T.I.]
Now we can ball seven days, six nights
If that
after Mum
But the second I walk into the room I stop
Rows and rows of seats wrap
Around the circular auditorium
Just stopping short of the imposing stage
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
the power moves
Whosever next on the mic, where shower shoes
Five more seconds on the clock
Your whole box been jumped on by the Doc hopscotch
[ Biz
where shower shoes
Five more seconds on the clock
Your whole box been jumped on by the Doc hopscotch
[ Biz Markie ]
As we continue on
To the break
you going to? (straight)
Do you know?
With my best friend
7-11 (yeah)
We go legend, we go legend (yeah, yeah)
We go legend, we go legend
the five-seven, chunky and short
Bagging dope up in the backseat, your packages walk
Holding my girl wedding ring, she Medellin
Name is Coretta King, live in
we'll make ya walk the plank if you disrespect our crew.
No Matter the storms' we weather, We'll keep the crew together, No matter the storms' we
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
about 7, 7:30?
Mr. Lee: Fuck that you left for a second nigga
L.: Nigga you know what, niggas is funny
Rock, that nigga drank your liquor
Mr. Lee, he
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