Lyrics:
what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I'm guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain something, a paradox if you may
I threw all my
beat
Me and Ren in the black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
the place to be)
(Andre 3000, shout out to public housin') (cash) (bitch)
(I brought the whole hood with me)
You got red dirt in your Afro
(Young Hov' in
To fuck me over again
Left me laying in the mud
And I was taken by the wind
You buried me alive
Now I'm coming for revenge
Don't even fucking try to say
You
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
the bitches at
Holdin' somethin' heavy to help you straighten out your back
A couple of drinks and I bend you over the kitchen sink
So what, you think I owe
Kylie or
Bright Eyes affected me
Or to make something
So impactful
That you could
Listen to it
Over and over and over
Again
And it never gets old
Like
you're just rollin'.
On and on it's anybody's guess cuz no one's at the wheel at the front of
That mess yes.
The sun's goin' down for me it's goin'
you're just rollin'.
On and on it's anybody's guess 'cause no one's at the wheel at the front of
That mess yes.
The sun's goin' down for me it's goin'
If the flow don't kill you the Mac will
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again, just to stay on top
I recall memories, filled with
at the end of the
Day, slay, put you in a grave
And Jesus don’t save
What the fuck is going on here? Felt
Like a truck was running over me
And my ears so I
on the hill by the spring
Know bout badness you can't tell me nothing
Live like superstar me always shining
With me french connection mada voice system
You want
Greetings, earthlings
We have now taken over your radioooo
(b-real) goin' straight through the hole
You ain't got no game
I'm breakin' ya out
spittin' what I spit when the day is over
Tryin' to be me in the mirror, sayin' it over
Yeah, he's all right, but you not real
I'm a dog, s*** I eat
going loco because everyone's brought down
This is a visit to then we dead fade to dust stricken'
I'm wearing my Doc Martens cause
I'm always down for
a night
I ain't these other niggas, cause these niggas is fake
They ain't popping shot, these niggas is Papa Doc
If I ain't meant to shine, beat me up in
brought me right back
I just fell in your lap, I had to follow the map
And I found you
Ha, beautiful creature
Complex, over achiever
Nice to meet
Or fear, I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here
Did I make myself clear?
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git
Or fear, I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here
Did I make myself clear?
You need to git up, git out and git something
weed
so i asked you not to go over and over god knows
you done smiled and said nigga help me get on my clothes
so we got over that, you held up got
And my tears flow like the ocean
As they floated in the breeze
They were falling in slow motion
And they brought me to my knees You're haunting me
oh-oh)
I got it bad in a serious way, oh yeah
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Your love has brought me to a higher place, oh yeah
(Who knew, who knew)
It'd be you
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
the puffing
Yes sir I be the legendary visionary
The jester I'm playing tricks like magic call me Harry
Ain't impressed by yo facade yo chips a mirage
Shit get
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