Lyrics:
ass home
When I hit the block, watch them scatter like roaches
So don't be fake, 'cause I know what a hoe is
Handle my business, no playin' 'cause I'm
your love is where I drown
And girly all I know is you upgrade me baby
And baby when you're here I feel amazing baby
And nothing in this world can even
24/7 I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it, just to get by
24/7 I've been working overtime
got it made nigga but the thing is
You ain’t got your shit together either
Why you bitching?
And where that motherfucking Hendricks I was sipping?
Like
Buck 65-Square 3
[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist
near
And you walk out the doors you fake
Bust in with a 44, 99 gave you that pen for sure
I think I was 24
Kept writing
And now I am where I am from
my head on straight
I'm trapped by anxiety and I need a little space
Just give me 24 hours
Give me 24 hours
I told a friend
"If time is money
I've
outside of where the music is playing.
SFX: Knock at door (2 knocks)
Knox: President Roosevelt, it’s Attorney General, Knox.
Roosevelt: Enter
(SFX: door
Lightin' spliffs up to stay high like 24 hours
Sleep with my heat, wash with my gun in the shower
My tongue is power, it thrills women, kills demons
Long
of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Duke, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?
Kim is yo' flow hot?
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
become their lives.
The television has so dampened people's anger.
The population is mesmerised by the flickering screen
And the streets, where
got a story
That's harder than the hardcore
Cost of the holocaust
I'm talin' 'bout the one still goin' on
I know where I'm from, not dum diddie dum
Shawty take a road to my Darkside
Don't look back to my light side
Surely you'll understand why I'm so hard
Don't be confused by my light side
I've
boats, headed for peace,
Is anyone scared of death here' Not in the least,
I walk by the old lady selling coconuts under the tree,
Life is cheap here
Every beat that I hop on you know that I go hardcore
Fucking all these bitches from the back this shit a hard porn
Got the glock with precision, you
the celebration!
This evening is pronounced in my memories by the amount of laughter and talking and pictures and trying to make up for lost time in one night. This
24/7 I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
24/7 I've been working overtime
you hang where it's hot
Drinkin quarts of Old Gold, in the parkin lot
But mainly at a concert where the place is packed
Brothers yellin 'ho', girlies
constantly creating
Material stitch by stitch for decoration
Lyrics are fabrics, beat is the lining
My passion in rhyming is fashion designing
Now it
mean
I'm doin my thing, kid
(Yo, what kinda flavor is that, man?
I want the new stuff, man)
Hey yo, I'm doin my thing, kid
(The hardcore, gimme
Stormy's all ears
Yeah, I hear you loud and clear
Got some time to hear ideas
And my mind is turning gears
'Till we flyin' in them lears
And my friend
Funkentelechy (this is mood decontrol, urge you to Funk On)
Funkentelechy (yo ho, how's your funk-en-tel-echy?)
Funkentelechy (ideas brought to you by
And is it really worth all the hurt it attracts
What a scary game I'm disturbed to the max
Where the fortune and fame I'm deserving of that
Not that
Discuss these where is hardcore by 24 ideas Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In