Lyrics:
(feat. Rufus Blaq)
O-RYAN
Oh, oh, TU- O G
You know how we get down
T Scott on the track
O tell em what you're talking about
[Verse 1:]
(feat. Rufus Blaq)
O-RYAN
Oh, oh, TU- O G
You know how we get down
T Scott on the track
O tell em what you're talking about
[Verse 1:]
Smellz Like A Party - O'RYAN (f/ Rufus Blaq)
[O'RYAN]
Oh, oh, TU- O G
You know how we get down
T Scott on the track
Where you at Marques
O tell em
the hills around this town
How many times have we walked this boulevard?
It's the same old scene when did it get so hard
Chorus:
Makes me wanna run somewhere
ready to die for the family hard
Alcoholic vultures with toasters
Sheep skins on
Leather sleek Bombers, bums with no coats on
We livin' financially
sounds like hard work
Try playing two "I was
So tired I could hardly function
" Cameron recalls of the time she played
Twins with polar opposite
ready to die for the family hard
Alcoholic vultures with toasters
Sheep skins on
Leather sleek Bombers, bums with no coats on
We livin' financially
swear its like this every single time
Toronto I got you
I got us
Yea
I'm a hard guy to get along wit
Get on a song wit
Where shit be going right
Telling me that ima die but I aint been alive yet
And when they turn on my shit all these bitches twerking and shit
They ask me why I go so hard on all
be negative
You so repetitive
Please understand I'm my own my nemesis
I'm trying to benefit
And just be credited
Need a lightbulb moment rise Thomas
word I say
I'm advertisin' love for free
So, you can place your ad with me
Once it come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothin' but ten
It's G.O
I promised not to write a heartbreak song
Mara it's hard for me to just get along
Musi mbilu yanga I khou vhavha so...
Musi mbilu yanga I
hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.
you mean by too many 'nots'?
[Female voice]
Not big enough, not hard enough, and not long enough
[Big Daddy Kane]
Yeah, aight
But check this
They take a dick, anywhere your dick can go
But look, it ain't nothin' like my bitch out the St. Bernard
A gangsta broad, get Wacko gangsta hard
She
They take a dick, anywhere your dick can go
But look, it ain't nothin' like my bitch out the St. Bernard
A gangsta broad, get Wacko gangsta hard
She
The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before
the St. Bernard
A gangsta broad, get Wacko Gangsta hard
She said we might could run a train if I pursue my G
If not I got it poppin' off on Music Street
feeling so hopeless
Its ya boy duke in this bih and you know it
Get on these tracks I'm running I'm Boltin
Curving these hoes for the game I'm Troy Bolton
before I got paid
All I ask when my day is done
Is that I’ll be remembered with affection by everyone
Yeah, I made enemies along the road
I’ve so many
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
Along with the rest of your outdated Raps
Next to your packs of
Garcia Vega Cigar Papers
If I catch your mama
Joggin' in cross trainers
I'ma go across her
a tumor
Flex so hard that it hurt y'all niggas
Laugh to the bank who birthed y'all niggas
223 bound to hearse y'all niggas
Race to the cheese I'm first my
Artist: Ray, Goodman & Brown
Album:
Title:
By:
Offset:
Heaven In The Rain -1981 - 4:19
LP/CD: Stay - Polydor 1981
Composers: D. Thomas
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