Lyrics:
now who want us?
Only a few 'mong us, but we roll like two hundreds,
true brothers. What you want to do fuckers?
You only mad cus I got your boo's
smooth on a nigga
Yo, let's make this clear so you know
Diamond Shell be doin' brothers just like a pro
Toe to toe we can go blow for blow, and yo
If
asked her what her name was
Asked her if she'd like to see my rig and she laughed
She tossed the red carnation underneath the front seat
Tried
I was driving through the fens in a peaceful English scene
Paid for by my grandfather the original gunners dream
I was taking life for granted
they don´t anymore
Under my bed, in a shoebox
Next to old newspapers, forgotten letters, and socks
What was made for many has been enjoyed by a few
Into
nigga sensation
If it ain't Paula Abdul its Big Besque on your radio station
Ayo my people what's the haps
It's like good will handin' out mics we catchin
The first thing he noticed was a 808 boom
Doom not from the earth like mummy Smurf
If you ain't no ventriloquist then what's the dummy worth
There was a time
got the sea, and quite a big piece of the sky.
You gotta be grateful for what you've got, even if it ain't a whole lot.
As long as there's the ghost
got the sea, and quite a big piece of the sky.
You gotta be grateful for what you've got, even if it ain't a whole lot.
As long as there's the ghost
In the seeds we sow by singin' dis tune
Is the cure an the healing, we treat bad feelings 'cause
You feel the pressure when you workin' from nine
Yo, Uh, Yo
What they gonna tell me?
I was down nobody would help me
Now the shops in fulham
I might be on made in Chelsea
Done 6 in the can came
a crowd
I wasn't playing quite so loud
And now I hear you drop my name, you
think you call me by the real one, It's not the same
How could you ask me what
Spit shine your black clouds now, baby
And what if your religion turns out to be a cruel joke, and you're fucked beyond all hope?
Gonna spit shine your
the blunts
What's up, Arch?
Pass the Windsor, can a sister so smoke with you?
Let me get that back seat to hear them six by nines
Radio on ten, factory
[Tre-8]
If I was to see you at the red light walkin',
strugglin', stuck the fuck out,
I'd blow the horn, turn the radio up and peel the fuck out,
"If you don't dig this you definitely ain't from down here...
like this, here I say...."
[Verse 1]
Imagine me in a SUV
Sports utility, them boys
keep doing what we doing
Always stick to my guns ain’t kissin no buns
Battle fools one by one til there’s eventually none
2099 our time has begun
today
Struck by nine and dead by one
We all bleed red don't we
No matter what side of town we're from
We're from
And I was driving out of town
now
When I was sixteen, I was right every night
I was spittin' 16's by the light
You were praying for a job, I was praying for the mob
Now we here
mind
What you eat influences your mood
So open, a recipes book!
Choose one page and start to cook
Fresh fish, from the hot nook brook
Cooking by crook
Today I heard our song on the radio
Turned it off cause I can't listen to this shit anymore
I think i've lost my mind over you
Last night you were
bling bling pow pow
To your jaw if we going now now
Twisted flow you'll never figure out how
Jaw finna lock up just at the countdown
Guess what
You
had it all
More than we'll ever know
Didn't we have it all?
Remember our own Miss May?
She said eat your hearts out boys
Look what passed you by
She
every other day
It's too loud and the dogs howl
It couldn't matter less what they say
Deja vu on the radio
Autotune sweet summer songs
Static to me, pink
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