Lyrics:
Pop when they run done
Bodies gon' fall my Cleveland niggas what's up
Ya down for that thing gotta gang bang bang if you have to,
Beat ah nigga down
from the jump hardly flinch when it dunk
Parliament wit the funk, Garvey-ite wit a gun, yeah
It’s black magic in the ozone
So immaculate they gon try
here
and ain't tryna hear nothing 'cause we had it
up to here
lyrics have no dress code
from KRS to depeche mode
Kid I'm so cool you catch
Hopin that we make front page of the paper
Extra extra, black brotha dead
Shot in the head by a cop named Fred
When you read the paper, you know
front page of the paper
Extra extra, black brotha dead
Shot in the head by a cop named Fred
When you read the paper, you know it's a damn lie
Talk about
color shows. I
Miss you
Tell me you’re not gone
‘Cause I still feel everything
Like you’re here
Take me way back to when we were young
Just 15 and dumb
Oh
me more than any song
When you've got that shade of lipstick on
Across the room or by my side
Baby I can feel my heartbeat, heartbeat
Pounding my
Now I want your imagination, I want you to travel with me
Oh come on, come on, come on
This young man was raised in the hills of Tennessee
When he
when you ain't lovin her right.
Perverted poetical plumber that's plugging her pipe.
[Chorus:]
Ayo Ladies (yea)
Does rubbin a nut make you crazy? (Yea)
happened to the good old days?
Those care free days I remember the days!
[Chorus]
I remember when we were young
Your askin to touch you nooooo you
last summer when LB turned to a bitch on the low
Cause he was chasing two girls thinking he the man
But they only saw him as a hoe
A pretty young thing
Kinda funny cause they fake it when they callin' you honey
On your dick when they think a nigga, might be rich
That's when I shit, cause I know you fuck
Kinda funny cause they fake it when they callin' you honey
On your dick when they think a nigga, might be rich
That's when I shit, cause I know you fuck
Ay kayz i just bucked me a lighty
I'm holding a grudge cause' shes bait on her IG
Have you met all the fans on her IG
She got a lil base no cap just
wanna die
If is da ladies holla, who is ya baby fatha?
Don't jump out the pocket
I jump out n pop it
Were back at cha soldier you prick
Matter fact, i
light
You no what the man dem on you no what the landing like
Yoi Killers to young to be categorised
Look in a savages eyes
Thought the darkness we carry
shit you betta not forget
Verse Two: Eazy-E
Eazy E's the name feared by most
When, a lil nigga is thrown in the pen
But on the streets there's two
tic for tat
But the last got whacked and no get back
Thought that it was love but I'm struggling where the fuck they at
From the side you gotta stay
Written by James Young
Lead vocals by James Young
yeah
eight days a week with my baby at home
and you know that she's my tender honey
baby
I'm a dog, i'm a fuckin mess
You wanna get in
on my personal armageddon
Threatened by my recklessness
You powerless, i'm obsessed
I'm possessed with
and ask JV, man put it in twice
I left him soaked and it weren't by rain
I done bucked up Ben in Bexleyheath
He shouldn't have had no blade
When I spit, man
inside
Just resonating through to sing the words to you
To take you back
To a place where I once knew when we were young, carefree and having fun
I wanna
child of God, for you, committing treason
When I turned away from the church, you were the reason
So I got in my mind knowing I couldn't fight
The sin we
is no sound cachin
Don't matter how high I jump
I can't touch the rim
Been
My whole life on a budget
I swear there are spiderwebs on my pocket
Ok Mamey
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