Lyrics:
time it is
It's going down
PT, 2004
YEAH!
[Verse 1]
It's going down, this the year
Ice ya wrist baby, rock ya ear
Put ya mink on, get ya drink on
It's
livin'
Spit all over ya chin
Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em
Later on if she ride
G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she
somebody's bad handwroter it's been
A busy year Beatle peadles
One way and another but it's been a
Great year
Too you fans have seen to that page
2 thanks
On the count of three I want everybody to say
I'm a motherfuckin' Coke Boy!
One, two
I'm a motherfuckin' Coke Boy!
You'll let me in
With those
made you fight
*** ain't wanna see ya *** bebop, no
Toe for toe, I beat a *** down to the flo'
Incredible, forgettable, better blast, past to move
to this body
Who’s wheezy, breath deeply,
Exhale the weak out cha two feet’s
Running two miles by week three
Getting ready for war with history
Of abuse
live an' die by tha sword
An' still we thank tha lord
Frum da maternity ward 2 tha morgue
I count my blessins
It's a game I shood but can't afford
1, 2...1, 2, 3, 4, Ow!
People moving out, people moving in.
Why, because of the color of their skin.
Run, run, run but you sure can't hide.
The strap has been rubbin me, baby imma cum too,
Watchin all the body shivers goddamn I love the view,
Told me to slow down cuz ya climax hadda pt. 2,
Omfg
Yeah.. brand new Snoop Dogg (Snoop Dogg)
Somethin' to the new year off, ya dig?
One for the treble, two for the bass,
Comeon everybody, lets
what i'm sayin
yeah son
this track goes out to all young bitch niggaz
ya think ya don't what time it is
yeah..
i'm tired of these perpatrating brothers
you know what that odor be (yea)
Cooking up
Man I might up the composer fee (composer fee)
When I Needed You pt. II
Matter of fact, I'm done with
corner riding with him ha Ha
All they see is black venom
Then my silhouette
Just watch the fear reappear in they
Eyes when I hit the set
Oh no, 2Pac wit'
before pop shit cause I know we had less before
Chorus2X Young nigga got the game on lock trained ya brain just to bang yo block say what ya want but
You ain't never made love with a real nigga, I can tell by the way that I deal with ya
I ain't nothin' like a ex, I'm a real nigga, Spittin' game, I
a father to a daughter
I can be ya role model
My sister been two years since the feds, had a baby before she left
She send me my nephew, swear I love em
We're gonna move on up
Two by two
This whole world is gonna be
Brand new
Am I black black enuff for ya
Am I black black enuff for ya
Get in
'm good, what they tell ya? I'm good
What she tell ya? I'm good, what you see?
Two hundred dollar jeans with my favorite patch
Pulling up my ride, hell
your caps peeled
You know see
Grab ya Glocks, when you see 2Pac
Call the cops, when you see 2Pac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya
)
I'm a take the whole night to remind ya
(Remind ya)
(The Culprit 2 verse)
Tonight we plan to ride just like you fantasized
You shot me through
more,
I leave footprints in fours, two for bi-peds, two more to break the door
Practically caress the utterings of crushed by drudgery brothers
Be You
By Ashley DuBose
Verse 1:
Yes I know how it feels to be on the outside looking in, never fitting in
They don’t understand (naw)
Why
here
is the joint where you can do you [x2]
Put ya hands up, ladies put ya hands up
get ya hands up, fellas get ya hands up
It's ya nigga Ne-Yo, I come
the size of broccoli
I think I'm James Harden 'cause I ride with that rocket
Thirty-pack of that X, man, you know it's a party
My partner scratch ya
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