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Cartel. We got all the guns that you need to feel secure, provided by the Weapons industry. Kid Rock heaven. All you have to do is stay in your place and do
House to the court House
From the White House to the Church House
From the School House to the court House
Do your own time - Do your own time - Do
and the D.O. to the C. and
Run house and there won't be no disagreeing
'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy
Then I'm arrested (For what) assault
what's your problem
Wha
Biznite what's your problem
Wha
You nothin but a sack chasin' cock tastin' biznite
You're never gonna amount to anything
costumes and your wigs and say
"I did look like a damn fool?"
Yes! Yes, I do yes, I do
Do you ever think that?
Sometimes every now and then you know
What
you never lead us
Telling me whats under me is gonna heat us
Never believe ya cause really you need Jesus
Leave us
Talk about, judgement
Speakin'
Love God, live life
Do it all legal, it's easy
Don't ask me a question
If you don't wanna hear what my answer is, I'm gonna answer it
I got no time
out)
Telephone disconnect
(Work it out)
Waitin' on your next pay check
(Work it out)
Tell ya what you oughta do
(Work it out)
Tell ya what you
Puna boy anthem
Baby this one for my fallen Soldiers
Came from the eight oh eight
Girl I thought I told you
Ooo woo ooo
Its P-U-N-A, when we in CA
If
house?
Who's in my (ooh)
House in the morning?
She was up, like, two in the morning (two in the morning)
Try to stay low (hey)
If you knew what it was
is up with this
Tell the truth,who you with
How would you like it if
I came over with my clique
Don't try to change it now
See you gotta bounce
worry I save you
As for me and my house an appraisal
GOD know I’m not perfect I praise you
That’s the least I can do for my past due
Made a call then I
long, long gone (woo-yeah)
And he's long, long, long gone
Yeah, lost John came into the country woman's house
Sat down there as quiet, just as quiet
is up with this
Tell the truth,who you with
How would you like it if
I came over with my clique
Don't try to change it now
See you gotta bounce
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
your skirt now
The events that followed had me volley if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far
remember
People being like, "well
How do you categorize your music?" Or, like
"what genre are you?" 'Cause I would
Come out with a
Fucking club banger
to choose what you would do with it
It's up to you to choose where you would fit
God's house has many rooms
Please do not choose to live in gloom
Just like
learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music?
We stole all your money, and all
words, by very, very peaceful methods to bring
peace, you know instead of peace through violence,
that's what we're trying to do and if we succeed in
that,
to the point
God gave you those skills (Rap Jesus joints)
So your music can live forever and ever
If it's not bringing people closer to God
Than it's
sneakers, baby watch your step
All you rappers broke, but I came to help
I'm Ric Flair, I came to take your belt
East Atlanta Santa, you just an elf
When
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