Lyrics:
left-wingers
Bigots, Communists, there is a place for you in this world!
Because this is the land of the free, the home of the brave
And 2 Live is what we
In Mercea? The coconut's tropical!
ARTHUR: What do you mean?
GUARD #1: Well, this is a temperate zone.
ARTHUR: The swallow may fly south with
Chris
Two bitches tellin' me they do sniff
What do you know?
So much wax in this bitch, smokin'
You'd thinkin' I'm fuckin' mad or too soft
(?)
Nah,
public school too
Like what's in between a 3 and 1 and House Gang, I spoke to all 3 on 1 call
Like I dropped 2 albums and #3 is 1 second from bein' done
fills
Up with fumes and roaring engines and
Blurred movement it's chaos
And at the center of it all is
Meek, by this time completely awake
And in his
seen
[Attitude] Huh, sellout
[Mix-A-Lot] Boy this is the S-E-A-T-O-W-N, clown
[Attitude] Forever (Seatown)
[Attitude] Yeah, and that's from
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
the booty doin' big thangs
So bow down to the kings of the motherfuckin' booty-game
Well-known worldwide,
This is 2 Live, until
and resolve this is what
It means to be an American
Fear creates it's own
Self-fulfilling dynamic as
People give in to it, they lose energy and
Momentum their
bats, ruin them cats, to explosive gas
Doing them cats, my crew's in the back
Losing it black, I be that bold cat, shine him with the black gat
I'm goin out baby uzi, style
Catchin bodies like I hit skins
The hostile juvenile, fuck what you heard
More four-five, motherfucker die
My crew is
it ain't me, another member of my crew will kick your ass (what what)
We do damage to limbs
In '91, stomping you out with black Timbs
Prodigy
hitman I want you dead ya crew dead
If I go in my bag like you did blllllllat!
I'll air this bitch out and
That's on my two kids
Truth is, this not gon' go
Hennessy different
You get ya crew jammed up
I got my blue bands up
I'll put you down when we come in
Contact like this two hand touch
Arsonal puts his hands
you rappin' never mix business up with your friendship
If you lackin' up in this jungle, then what you breathe for?
Niggas don't love you, you got
rhymes in Ghana tryna play Amadeus and Brahms cut to now it's time for
Rap Opera
This is renaissance music (Let me tell 'em what it is)
Cyberspace music
And now people in the house, this is just for you
A little rap to make you boogaloo
Now the group you hear is called Phase Two
And let me tell you
hangs in most
Homes and around our necks
And we have just taken that
For granted all our lives
Is it a symbol of hope or hopelessness? The
World's most
get in another car accident
This time with your baby mother and
Kid and instead of dying
You end up being the only
One of them that lives what?
Yeah
talk to him
Hammers that bust endlessness, cover terrorism what?
Slide in the 7, measure the whips
It's soul power! (Two thousand and two!)
Soul
Supply chain is ghosted
The climates changing bezos donates big
R.I.P Ahmaud Arbery joggings a crime in that town
Errr no it's not
He's black so they shot
out
Even white lives matter when I black out
Bucket of black paint in-front the white house nigga
(Yeah! Yeah!)
I hope I'm in Obama's iPod
Yeah,
black out
Even white lives matter when I black out
Bucket of black paint in front the White House, nigga
(Yeah! Yeah!) I hope I'm in Obama's iPod
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