Lyrics:
dark
But a God I can't explain says
"Take a right at Central Park"
To clear my mind
And get that runner's high and baby
For the very first time I'm not
to get her face open
When we peep he sleepin' on the beef, that's when we lay on him
You a runner's runner, come around, you might get a promotion
Hoes
feat
Told the opps I was in Vermont but I was really on their street
Then I told them I was on their street but I was really in Vermont
Getting bands is
This is in, uh, South Central Los Angeles, the vicinity of 84th and Vermont
Once again, all streets leading into those areas are closed off now
haven't one
Slow motion in the runner's mind.
I know I'd better watch out
For the Central Hotel
I think I'd better get out,
I'm not feeling so well
I
on these, my twenties gripping the street
Always keeping trucha out for any vatos trying to creep
Rolling down Vermont going South down the way
Took Lawana
Maquiladora[00:18.74]Five-hundred-thousand young women in Central America and the Caribbean[00:22.78]Who are producing apparel exclusively for the US market[00:46.22]This is a very tough
Railway of Chicago building trains
The Central Vermont and Boston and Maine
Jeremiah O Brien of the BAR
Betsy Ross of Shawmut moves hopper cars
EJ and E
of the drank
Jumbling all of the
Thoughts that I think
12 had to throw ya boy up in the tank
Was up in the 6 scuffin the paint
Vermont, yeah it’s lit
Homies
Steppers move quiet like hush (Hush)
Love trappin shit give me a rush
Migo pull out load inna duff
Back inna day was runner up
Bitches act funny til money up
Baby I don't wanna talk, I just wanna fuck
Mix jolly, codine, and the sprite in my double cup
Dodging all the smoke, that lil homie, he a runner
at doin' what I was told
Kept my uniform pressed and clean
At night I chased their shadows
Through the arroyos and ravines
Drug runners, farmers with
at doin' what I was told
Kept my uniform pressed and clean
At night I chased their shadows
Through the arroyos and ravines
Drug runners, farmers with
a kid
Back in the days, I was the runner, was the gunner man
Back in the days, you couldn't chill on the corner then
Back in the days, was one
Hun synes det' cool, vi har lavet en pind på en uge
Få tre kugler i hovedet, ligesom en bowlingkugle
Sættet velour - min runner, runner si'r:
Mayfair Girls
CHORUS:
Money doesn’t impress me I can’t be swayed like CC runners and Mayfair Girls,
Catch flights not feelings,
Told me she’s
done passed the light, that's all you saw
Now you down, 1 to the 2 to the 3 fuck the numbers
It's a bloody summer, gun runner
Son of a bitch quick
game to drive a swear broad insane
And we number one gunners no we ain't stunner's
It's real with us partna, dealers and drug runners
And Mack need
a swear broad insane
And we number one gunners no we ain't stunners
It's real with us partner, dealers and drug runners
And Mack need a D-bo in a H2 Hummer
right by the runway let me feel like bree
This c's'll come like a pocket rocket now the gang in Central with Cee
Had my case papers printed now I've got
enough game to drive a swear broad insane
And we number one gunners no we ain't stunners
It's real with us partna, dealers and drug runners
And Mack
enough game to drive a swear broad insane
And we number one gunners no we ain't stunners
It's real with us partner, dealers and drug runners
And Mack
dresser, mic blesser, shallow graves are in the desert,
Fuckin with my niggas from the Central, why? You'll die!
I can make ya missin fuckin with
lips that girl
She a bad bitch she looks thick as hell
Moneys coming cah my runners running
He just broke a onion down in central London
He wants Gucci,
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