Lyrics:
niggas named her "D" (Quarter Key, Quarter key)
Can't keep her ass off the streets my old lady
The one that got me pushing Mercedes
The one that
That night he found the key
To decode you, Tokyo
Between warm sake
And street light caught in falling snow
Holding each word he spoke,
Her
might be okay, but I'm not fine at all
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
dues
And it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A.I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes, and money in my
repitar
Repititious and ready to cause heavy
Castrate hoes by nature trying to falsefy gangstas
Lyrical overdose 20 cc's of the most
Potent antedote key
heart stoppers partner
Red and black impala ride
Street like patrollie’s
Coached by OG’s to stay low-key (what else)
Sip 40’s and stay with a 4 T
My
okay, but I'm not fine at all
Oh, oh, oh
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
Big Blrrrd
Go
This a Hellcat (go)
Yeah, the red key (skrrt-skrrt, fast)
Thought I seen a F.E.D
Damn near scared me (it scared me)
Bitch, say
"I'm gonna fall, break my neck"
"Oh get on by man, I'm gonna get out your way, I'm in the street"
"I'm tryin' to walk here, y'all runnin' these damn
the street
Hear the sound of jingles everywhere
A sign of peace of young and old
Feel the wind
Whispering in my ears
Make me feel embrace by the angels
No
I felt just like a traveler as I went walking up my street. Every building so familiar but it's like I never seen em. There's the same rows
As you stand there by the door
With a look I've seen to many times before
And I don't know if I'm wrong or right
As I stand here on your street
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
jumped out her seat
Snatched me up by my wrist and took me out to the street
She started grabbin' all over me kissing and hugging
So I shoved her away I
tuberculosis, folks."
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake
Waiting outside while you find your keys
Like bags of trash in the blackening snow
City of neon and toes that freeze
We've got nothing and nowhere to go
(Gudda…)
20 keys, Vaseline wrapped in a Focus (Gudda…)
Approach us – and I’ll be
On your porch with toasters (holla)
Like – give me all them jewels and dope
jumped out her seat
Snatched me up by my wrist and took me out to the street
She started grabbin' all over me kissing and hugging
So I shoved her away I
to the top of the stove
A flame struggles to survive
I see you left your keys by the door
I can't believe you braved the storm, the storm, the storm
the nearest town like a blizzard with heavy snow Dodging the narcs can’t even be seen by the microscope
Praying the day they don’t get in my crib with
On the back street, ten times ten on the dash
All gas no brakes 'cause I'm livin' like that
Came up outta every case with my crippin' intact
She be lying
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