Lyrics:
bandana wrapped around the chrome 44
gun smokin like suge's cigar, show me how you stunt
get thrown out of a moving car
if that thang come come out, its
[Chorus]
Days are living fast, moves in misery
You got a song you wanna sing for me
Sing a song, singing man
Sing a song, singing man
Sing
[Chorus: Dice Raw]
Days are living fast, moves in misery
You got a song you wanna sing for me
Sing a song, singing man
Sing a song, singing man
on my bed again
Don't do that
Pick you up by three
Say u done with your man again
Man again
Blast you all night like a new song
New song
Play with my
!)
And to you (And to you!)
And to you
And to you I raise a toast
Who needs a drinking song when we
When we've got friends like you?
Who needs a drinking song
see?
The cops just killed another black man that look just like me
And nah, this ain't the first time, and it won't be the last
Unless you stand up
Us, they Feeling Us
Are you Feeling Us?
Cause everywhere I go, man I swear they know my name
Make your girlfriend cry when she see me walk by
Cause
cheap
My dad wasn't there, only ma took care of me
Never complained cause what I wanted, momma got for me
But I wanted more tryna keep up with the Jones
Because… if I raise my standards
Surely you couldn’t blame us
Hurry up and suck me off before I get famous
If I raise my standards
Surely you couldn’t blame
couldn't take it
Up and left us almost fucking drove me crazy
How the hell am I supposed to raise these babies by myself
But hey I found a way to make it
(Ice)
Grill, a-aquaberry stones
It's Blueberry Jones, Al Capone
Watch me work the wheel cause I'm in steel
I can showcase skills from
Antwon to Nashville
got me
No you won't ever find me downloading porn
Just Haggard and Jones, Limp Bizkit and Korn
And I could use some Brooks and Dunn
So Fire up
I know she smiles on her boy
I dream of you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur
'Cause like Anne Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war
And just for
guns, lost so many of our black sons that died up
Under that black sun cuz they'll kill you dead for a cap gun
But we do it to ourselves tho, get into it
Alex Jones
Murderous tendencies move in silence like I'm a drone
I want the head of the real you I don't want to kill a clone
Springsteen bad to the bone
that baby mama
Ain't dependin' on you, I'm a baby mama
Baby mama, baby mama, oh, oh
The whole world lookin' at me, single mama
This song ain't just
I'm be by your side
Through the highs and the lows, our union with God
My chérie amour, you agree with my soul
You complete me I know, see you see
Since you turned the tables on me
I've been steady and learnin' lonely
Keepin' this turntable spinnin'
Everything from Jones to Jennings
Slowly
note I'm leaving after this song
So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long
At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on
I was conceived
note I'm leaving after this song
So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long
At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on
I was conceived
baby, over and over again
Saw you at the party, you were lookin' so fly
Everybody wanted your number, you wanted mine
You came right up to me in
fight, for the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in
Shit outta luck, fucked and stuck with that rough shit
Fuck a pop song, fuck a video, fuck Arsenio, fuck the radio
Do you hear me though?
Give a holla
chance to be.
When you're at the Waldorf, have a smile
And charge it up to me.
Mention my name ev'ry place you go,
As 'round the town you roam
Wish you
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