Lyrics:
crazy
But it's a Darkside, it's what you made me
No more Mr. Nice Guy - pay me
What you niggaz owe before I come for your babies?
[DJ Premier
What's happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over.
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover.
mi what's the stats
A just di sheriff Bob did shot, what's the catch?
Nuh gun song never did a mek a tell man lack nuh strap
But ppl still did a dead
night city
Money, money, money
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Summer night city
Money, money, money
In the rich man's world
Den går på band!
Kan
little man, come try
You say that you got your guys
But not once have I seen you ride
Dumb little guys with lies
Soon get dug by my Rambo knife
I'll take
and for some reason she still loved Herman and he's the reason why your life has gone so wrong. The man is 62 years old and even the other guys could see he
the flow and die
When I walk by say hi to the bad guy
Ayo man, there's just one left
(I'll make a deal with ya)
What? (Ah, ya got one of those
c very very very very yellow summer
To a very very very very special someone
Mmhmm but
Fuck you for your information
I know what I'm in for
ain't on a kilo ting
I don't wanna hear about cunch and food and tings
Man don't do those tings
On-sight, thought he was onside, init
Saw them guys
hands
Those tears that you shed are what'll turn you to a man
It's hard to figure out what to say about George Floyd
This man kneeled on a man's neck for 8 minutes and 46 seconds
Can you imagine that
I don't
reason i do this
I make songs so you feel what i feel and relate
One thing that I've learnt in this music biz
Dont ever let a man dictate what you say
Let
joining it, so you gotta sign up too."
Allen: "What are you talking about?"
Sandler: "Hey, don't fuck me on this, man, just sign up."
Allen: "No, I'm not
the jimmy on, that's when the D goes in
Man are getting money, type the keycodes in
Please can I have my money? What's the keycode pin?
Fuck that, niggas
to things like
Dancing close together And going hey
Those were the days well those days are
Probably gone forever, I don't know
Unless Nixon is going
very high for a really long time
Just to see what
That was like when I recorded
The bulk of the album
I got so skinny because I was
Smoking weed
fact
Everybody, put your hands up
I’m done with this rhyme
Put your man up on the mic
To finish it for me
You guys are sex rhymes, you’re getting horny
half an hour
He's fucked
Don't say that
Come on, guys
I came to you for help
You need to make me a musician
I can't do this by myself
This is a long shot
inside my heart and I barely got heat
Some days I work in the flesh
Others I'm striving for life to bury it deep
The curse was broken by innocent blood
forget
Who started all of this
Those boomer guys are to be blamed
Man, that's so true
They're the main reason why
Every generation of men is so broken
it
This here's a tale for all the fellas
Tryin' to do what those ladies tell us
Get shot down 'cause ya overzealous
Play hard to get, females get
a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
by the world
We are the resistance
I'm with that tribe of Christians
Trynna tell anyone who's listening
That's ignorance, it's not our religion
We are
rich and white instead of being poor black or brown
You guys are clowns, if you think that Christians don't care, man, we bout to call your bluff
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