Lyrics:
the drug zone
With them same seven sixes
From the catcher's mit
Reppin' that dirty glove murder mitten
Pure Michigan bred straight from the D
It's a million
the way
Any other way any other way
Ever since a young nigga I been on the rise
Knew I would be a king had them thoughts when I was five
Bred to get it out
like the couple hundred others
Vacant left decaying in the open waiting to be discovered
There ain't gon' be no sequel
This here is in bred evil
of coffee and I come alive
But I still dream of her through the day
She wouldn't want it any other way
She's my corn-fed, farm-bred, hot-legged honey, honey
dose of dynamite
Pure dynamite
I don't want any other
I don't want any time to stop, oh no
All night you give me what I like
Intense, high
and wander down into a lower world?
Oh flowers, that never will in other climate grow.
Oh flowers, which I bred with tender hand and gave ye names.
Who now
I don't need some gold plated nametag
I know you're training others for that
No need to show me like a pure bred
I ran when the rest of them sat
I've
retreat
Foes up at my throat
Levitate and float
I am still the goat
I Will Not lose
For greatness I'm bred
Sacrificed I've bled
Every word I said
a creature bred from bottom feeding
Is there any way to live through this hopelessness
I reach out for the hand of forgiveness
It’s offered from the blood
the other one!
ARTHUR: I am. And this my trusty servant Patsy. We have
ridden the length and breadth of the land in search of knights
who will join me
own lane I stay pure
(Stay pure)
If we make love and make war
(Make war)
Then I take mine, you take yours
Cus most times, Im in control
But any other
we know!
Modest and pure
Polite and refined
Well-bred and mature
And out of her mind!
I feel pretty
Oh, so pretty
That the city should give
Modest and pure
Polite and refined
Well-bred and mature
And out of her mind
I feel pretty
Oh, so pretty
That the city should give me its key
send for Chino!
This is not the Maria, we know!
Modest and pure, polite and refined (la lala la)
Well-bred and mature, and out of her mind!
Miss
we know!
Modest and pure
Polite and refined
Well-bred and mature
And out of her mind!
I feel pretty
Oh, so pretty
That the city should give
we know!
Modest and pure
Polite and refined
Well-bred and mature
And out of her mind!
I feel pretty
Oh, so pretty
That the city should give
is not the
Maria we know!
Modest and pure,
Polite and refined,
Well-bred and mature
And out of her mind!
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty
That
is not the
Maria we know!
Modest and pure,
Polite and refined,
Well-bred and mature
And out of her mind!
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty
That
we know!
Modest and pure
Polite and refined
Well-bred and mature
And out of her mind!
I feel pretty
Oh, so pretty
That the city should give
we know!
Modest and pure
Polite and refined
Well-bred and mature
And out of her mind!
I feel pretty
Oh, so pretty
That the city should give
To some, "Ghetto" is a name; to others a tradition
In the city of boom, ther can never be an addition
Of any of the DJ's to rock the land
Like the ones
we know!
Modest and pure
Polite and refined
Well-bred and mature
And out of her mind!
I feel pretty
Oh, so pretty
That the city should give
Seven star the holy intellect being taught.
Grab a hold I'm not here to promise any gold.
Lessons told the story about a trader of that type.
I tell
is not the
Maria we know!
Modest and pure,
Polite and refined,
Well-bred and mature
And out of her mind!
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty
That
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