Lyrics:
caused the glass to fall?
And who put that bullet hole in Peggy's kitchen wall?
Tell me, who put that bullet hole in Peggy's kitchen wall?
Police
caused the glass to fall?
And who put that bullet hole in Peggy's kitchen wall?
Tell me, who put that bullet hole in Peggy's kitchen wall?
Police
Hood fuck with me because I fuck with the hood
I hustle and joog
My life's hidden in the kitchen
Police punish me for living
Debts that I'm chipping
to the kitchen
Police don't like me it's obvious
Just don't look in the trunk
Or the sight'll make you sick
Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic
(theme from
kisses
Too hot, get up out my kitchen
Yeah boy get up out my kitchen
Police said they'd let me go if I set my mans up
I said "Fuck it. Imma do the time
We had one country station, you could drive and listen on the way to Water Town
Mama kept Police playin' in the kitchen turned up just a little too
in the kitchen
Police sent me off the only time when we was distant
Long calls long range hours of me venting
U Use to tell me stay up off the net
after mission, we was trippin'
Me and Baby Bolt Da Fatts in Lil Killa Dave's kitchen
Police in the front, pistols in the court
When it hit the fan you
gots to cook coke in the kitchen
Police everywhere like
Grindin' brothers up on street sweeps
You guilty by association
Raise bail, don't give 'em no
it in your future life
Just don't lose your fight
Left her cuz my mood was right
Many rap but few could write
Kitchen looking like the police all my
heart in the cold
In the kitchen whippin pots police kicked in the door
Ya I’m praying for my nigga Im just hoping he won’t go
Got me on my knees god
to God thats theres no witness
I was up in O
My mum knows I wasn't missing
Yeah
I said I got it out the kitchen
Dodging them police
Sipping hennesy
All
lived in a Berlin slum apartment and asked for special privileges
But he always paid his rent
He wanted kitchen privacy with no disturbances
So
creíste
Cocino esto en la kitchen
F police como pirpem si se que te perdiste
Buscando estilos para que analice
No busques lo que se fue
Todos me dicen que
bitches face
when I bought that Lamborghini (SethInTheKitchen)
Throw up my middle finger, police can't catch me, this a
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck
believe is her intention
But if you ask too many questions
She grabs a knife from the kitchen
Please call the police I'm on a leash outside my studio
She
mad letters in slabs
Niggas'll be home shortly
Keep cool, The niggas get bagged
We live a poor life, Rich in the heart
Kitchens is dark
Cooking white,
the kitchen
Call the police? Bro please
I'm on stage you in the nose bleeds
Still ride round with the same crew
Different type of fresh but the same dude
That's
school but I could never skip a visit
Coke made my brother kill himself I'll never sniff a ticket
As a kid I used to hide the heroine up in the kitchen
round me
It's fucked up, niggas in the hood they killing each other
And most of us got single parents, only a mother
Niggas in the kitchen whipping
know the difference
Bandana brown like the dope daddy shootin' in the kitchen
Real Norfside nigga, never went to Poly, Wilson or Cabrillo
Cocaine
I've been poppin' since my demos, bitch, yeah
Bust the bales down in the kitchen, bitch, yeah
Cookin' coke up, water whip that shit, yeah
Pull
kitchen table
Talking to my old tomcat
Talkin' about hockey
The cat was talking back
Along about then everything went black
Wasn't that a party
It sure
that much more than a character from a diary
Made a move, now my name ringin like the coronavirus
Studio the kitchen, saucing, whip it the police sirens
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