Lyrics:
he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by the bar saying
"Everybody drink, the best champagne
It's all on me"
Snitch in the back of the police car
It was supposed to be so easy...
Just take back the DVD
Withdraw that extra money
Tell mum I wouldn't be back for tea
Then grab my savings
fighting on the phone
This evening i bought back dvds
But im alone with the TV
Verse 2:
My head in my hands
Staring right at my hair brush on the table
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
to court, facing jail the case beater
Robbery, burglary
Dad got nicked 'cause of me
The police thought I was a phone shop dealer
Back in the day I was
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
spending ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's"
The snitch in the precinct saying
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by
distracted by the graphs.
In the resource room Mrs. Petorsky re-enforced me:
Raisins from her zip-lock bag,
And free time after my target behavior I was
the police "bitch, stop killing us
We the realest in charge, get a glimpse of the scars
Police don't give a damn about us they done killed us in cars
Get
rips on my sleeves
Another day on the shaderoom, they love sippin' tea
What I do? Why they hate? Why it gotta be me?
I made half a million in the span
Fucked by a Brit
Got a God almighty dick
A Brixton tea Party
British
Fucked by a brit
God almighty dick
Oi Bruva
Why don't you hop in the bin
Mate with
SAHARA QUEEN
Words by Roshaun Bay-C' Clarke
Music by Duhan Brosko
Intro
Like abracadabra
She hypnotize me like the snake charmer and the cobra,
She
the appropriate card
Oh yeah, happy birthday by the way
ct least that's one thing I have to say out of the way
I need to think so I make a cup of tea
I sit down
leave can't stick around for police
Started to grind in my teens bitch niggas not my cup of tea Yeah
Written by; Waldau Aldoph, Jesse Lafleur
Causing terror to Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
Beware of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair
the same to me?
Could you make me a cup of tea
To open my eyes in the right way
And I know you love Shrek
'Cause we've watched it twelve times
But maybe
out it's that time
He don't play games anymore but it's looking like Mortal Kombat time
He had Scarface playing on DVD in the background
So when he
everything
We will survive necessarily by any means
Let no man ever hold you down or supress you
It's the 90's the police just arrest you
Disrespect you
freedom to go about saving the earth and the ozone, we should start by paying all those dirt-poor coca farmers in South America and out-of-work loggers in
putting so much trust in your religion
They couldn't conquer without division
Boy you still black, I don't care if you Catholic or Christian
Police'll still
the police
Think we thugging cuz we let our pants sag
Judge a book by the cover thats really sad
R.I.P to the ones who is dead and gone
Give us justice
putting so much trust in your religion
They couldn't conquer without division
Boy you still black, I don't care if you Catholic or Christian
Police'll still
to the police! (POLICE!)
Get the FUCK from my face you don't know me! (KNOW ME!)
20/20 vision the city never sleeps
24/7 they be out in these streets
Took the holy
us
With Jam Master Jay on my Adidas
Plus I ride around in two-seata's
I hope it's cold cause I'm comin' wit my heata
I'm on the Fleeta, doin one
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