Lyrics:
fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes, any time you want to
Young nigga, young nigga, got a gun, run nigga
Painted all the rivers red,
them I went where the river
Go west chasing the sunrise
Closed eyes to see the sunlight
Stay silent hopin' you're right
Should someone ask, do tell them
Ill Will ill Will's alive yea Killah Priest
Nasdaq Dow Jones ha ha
Guns for gun streets filled
With rivers of blood
Raised in the PJ's with real
the families cause people
Is dyin' for these things
I mean in the diamond rivers
They'll mine all day
And might only get paid two
Cups of rice a day
Is this
I wasn't lookin' for somethin' different
I was sailing slowly losing all control
I was goin' down in the dirty water
Deep into the middle of my
in my hands
And sifting through my fingers, like the drifting sands
I'm a running man, I leave no tracks behind
I'm a running man, sailing
I grew up in North Aurora
Much time spent in Aurora
I threw up from Boca
I’m spent after I hold up these golf clubs
ACC, the club, not the school
If
You are talking of Heaven
When you talk of the West
And as a sample of Heaven
California is best, da-da-da-da
I'm getting tired of the rain
You are talking of Heaven
When you talk of the West
And as a sample of Heaven
California is best, da-da-da-da
I'm getting tired of the rain
on the California side
They stood on a mountain and they looked to the west
And it looked like the promised land
That bright green valley with a river running
on the California side.
They stood on a mountain and they looked to the west,
And it looked like the promised land.
That bright green valley with a river running
is until I met you
Together we done watch years go by
Seen a river of your tears go by
Got me thinkin' bout some kids, still I
Tell them hoes come
I was sailing on the west coast of Ireland
Stumbled upon an unknown island
Shrouded in your love
And birds would fly above
A river divides the land
Paddy is sailin' over rivers and seas
To find what he's been seeking so long
From the west to the east, through health and disease
The yearning is
triggers
Mek dem know we a plant and land givers
Elephant Man and di long crew is long rivers
Rivers rivers rivers plant and land givers
Roll up in the club
the buttock
It ain't shit to her, me I'm just a fuck up
Fuck a handshake nigga we ain't brothers
On that West side where they rappin' for they colors
If you
clubs to arenas
Who flip like us?
Everytime they pull up
Whips be plush
Chicks be tough
Bad Boy, Hits R Us
Back it's me, West Indies
Slimmy
Me
Razzle Dazzle
Verse 1:
Bottles on deck
Mood set right
Club turnt every weekend
Let's take a break for a night
I want it know you want it
Pass the blunt from East to West
[Cube to KRS] (yes)
Take it from the Don
Where I'm from the Man of Steel is made of Teflon
Keep yo' vest on
Hit me
Yo
Hey Daniel
Um, um I
I don't know, man
I'm driving home from Bell Isle right now
Just came home from Detroit Yacht Club
My, uh, summer sailing
To the club seeing who gon' hurl who the fastest
Bitches sipping bubbly and drinking thug passion
Niggas get them lil' pistols shoved in they asses
This
murdered by west side Crips on June 5th, 1972
"Say, man, ain't that Lil' Country over there cuz?"
"If it is, his ass gon' be layin' in a blood river
inclusive, no need to make the money stretch
They took the club route, but I'm still vibing out
Laid back at the private house
No address, just the secret
to the west,
And it looked like the promised land.
That bright green valley with a river running through,
There was work for every single hand, they
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