Lyrics:
the land
From the north to the south, can you show us what you have
My people from the east showing love to all the west
United in blood, wave the flag
better be, about your bread
These hoes will leave, a nigga dead
They charge up all of their energy
While they bitch about their sanity
My humanity, be
Young wild and lost got a feeling I can prove it
I been moving like a boss ever since i started
Married to the game and I'm Fully committed
20 and I got
the code
Time is more precious than gold
Hopping
for a blessing
Spending
every night watching
Netflix
Out here like the Wild Wild West
Shorty right there
the streets it ain't no shame in him
Them bodies be beat them it ain't no saving them
He got to eat it ain't no caging him
Drop shit no wild wild west
Head shot
with those wild lands to roam
Oklahoma, where in the hell’s Tacoma
My Oklahoma lass
Raised up in Okmulgee, due west of Muscogee
Oh, Okmulgee, on Creek
wild, woo
Though we knew this day would come
Still, it took us by surprise
In this town where I was born
I now see through a dead man's eyes
One
wild, woo
Though we knew this day would come
Still, it took us by surprise
In this town where I was born
I now see through a dead man's eyes
One
this is a wild west
and speaking of the west imma go wild
ndadya mofuka, mumwe nomambungu
ndadyamo ofikika
ame omkwaita , ndafa ndeenda miita ondakindya
the Civil War days.
The white and the black cowboy rode in like a blaze.
Some will implore - "all cowboys were white."
Well, I can tell you from fact
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
Gangbangin'
Cane-slangin' for deaths and miles
Livin' wild
Young, black, and don't give a fuck
Just a young hustler
Specializing in getting bucks
Nigga, some
of rhyme
Somewhere up ahead I know
I will see you smile
At your rumbling child
Whose hearts gone wild (*2)
5 a.m. in a mid-west town
Lukewarm coffee
you will find hard to find
You know what I'm sayin?
I'm 'bout to check outta here
Tone-Loc
Remember that, aight?
It's time for the wild thing
See
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Ms. Smith like I got the answer
I had my hand raised the whole class
You just look at me, you gonna look away
You not gonna call
turning cold
I'm thinking that California is probably the way to go
From the west to the east to rest of the globe
Feeling restless I know, debating whether
nymn with my teeth
This lyrical prophet you can't stop this from the West Indies
You can tell I'm a lyrical prophet from the words spoken and broken up
to let 'em ride up
End on drippin' blood
Like survive and I would
It's the wild, wild West side
Best to recollect
Collect your toys
Try not
resented it,
And people who come to call
Meet her in the hall.
The baby in the guest wing,
Who crouches by the grate,
Was walled up in the west wing
In
All-wise smith of sorcery
The fetters that bound me are broken,
By words that were best left unspoken,
For now I am shackled to sadness
By chains that
Spirit on the water
Darkness on the face of the deep
I keep thinking about you baby
I can't hardly sleep
I'm traveling by land
Traveling through
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
A young gypsy fell out in a slumber
Heading north with a driver he knew
Someone he'd lived with and trusted
A young
man will leave you wild n' out
So dig, go and get the Swisher wraps (Why?)
Because the weed king is back (Yeah)
In Southern California, West Coast
It's been a long wild ride since 95
When the good Lord thought of me and set me free
It's been a long wild night just thinking bout the life I get
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