Lyrics:
Chyeah, Renegades is back, Em the beat is sick
It's Young, Freeway, Eight miles
Let's go
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
George, you wanna lead us off?
Yeah, I got one.
Oh Chri-biip-mas tree oh Chri-biip-mas tree how lovely are thou branched?
Why am I getting blipped
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
We played the double up
Well
By now
You should be deep in it
It's all over about now, y'all
We hate to leave you
But we got to go
We played the double up
Well
By now
You should be deep in it
It's all over about now, y'all
We hate to leave you
But we got to go
in a blanket, stranglin'
Him, hangin' him over the railing by the ankles on some gangster shit
Child endangerment, dark brain arcane, but it Mark
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whats up y'all Hello how are you doin out there
You're chillin, I'm winnin
Oh, by the way, the album's out, go get
garbage
It's me, blunt: the artist, y'all niggaz is garbage
[Planet Asia]
Sweat jackets valor, rap money, looking like crack money
Relax, money,
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
along
What's up, it's on, no games, we grown
I know you feel like sometimes that y'all don't speak the same language
I know that you just wanna let it
hula hoop? I'ma jump on like this
See the junk in the trunk? I had to bag her right quick
Feel like magic, all together, all together by six
Oh my
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
my side
I'm takin' some of y'all with me it's, by my side
I'm makin' sure they won't forget me it's, by my side
To all the niggas tryin' to get me
Yo gee
Come and get your New York Post
New York Post right here
Come on y'all
Get the bost stubost stubost
Coasta coasta New York Post
Yo New
do a whole album
Called "A Holly Dolly Christmas"
So I did
Have a holly, jolly Christmas
And in case you didn't hear
Oh, by golly, have a holly
(Nod your head to this shit)
"Planet" "Asia" "Was my place of birth"
"Dealin in my cypher
I revolve around science" "Planet" "Asia"
"Was my place
I can talk about awards
Fuck the fantasies, yo I got all four
And 2001'll be mine, by law
Why name the Greatest Of All Times?
Because for fifteen
lookin' over at me
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
These shows are so different for me and
You have to understand why, it's like
I become a different person when
I'm performing these albums
Last
Creator took me by the hand and led the way-ay
To make the story short that's why I'm here today
Just another journey, another journey into
Hawaii for one random shot that our label has to pay for!
Cause we're three cool white friends in Japan (In Asia!)
The fact that we're white isn't why
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